If you tell me that I am strong, I will feel bad for giving off this impression. Because I am not. If you tell me that I am smart, I will list everything I don’t know so you are not mistaken. Because I am not. If you tell me that I should be proud of myself, I will find all the reasons not to. Because there is two sides to every story and, from my perspective, there is not much I have done that strikes me as an achievement. That’s just who I am. [1071 words, 8 min read]
I have fallen in love again.
I know, shocking.
The girl who decided that a heartbreak was one too many already. The girl who promised her future self that she would never be this vulnerable again.
The girl who kissed feelings goodbye like she didn’t have a care in the world. Spoiler alert: she did care.
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I make excuses for myself. There is no other way to put it, no other way to interpret my procrastination. A part of me feels that my excuses are all valid. Fear of failure. Fear of unmet expectations. Fear that nothing I do or say matters. But, at the end of the day, that's all… Continue reading Tales of an Overthinker | Making Excuses