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AM I GOOD ENOUGH?


AM I GOOD ENOUGH?


YES, YOU ARE!

Let me give you a little background story.
When i was younger i thought i could anything then i grew up and everything i thought i could do or be just felt too much.
To be a child is the sweetest feeling in the world because the only pressure you have is that of going to the toilet when nature calls.
As an adult Or as a teenager getting to your early 20's, it seems like the world is on your shoulder and everyone is expecting you to do something right for once.
Due to the tension and pressure, insecurities and depression kick in because your mind is now their dwelling place.

Should i be honest...
I hate the feeling i get when insecurities arrive with their big bags and noisy grunts.

What is insecurity?

Its lack of confidence because you think you are not good enough or you are not loved enough.
Its also when you are your own personal hater.
Your inner voice waits for the right time and when you feel dumb or intimated. Then it comes.

"You will never be good enough"
"You want to be loved but you don't know how to love. You coward"

It never stops just a circle of hateful words, limiting you from your best.

I don't have a fix, i don't know if there is a fix but i know that it has taken from me and you and it's about time we shut them up.

Do that thing that you thought was not possible or that you thought you would fail at because until you do it you will never truly know the outcome.

Go out with that guy that is so out of your reach, he is human and rejection has never been known to be a death sentence.

Drink a lot of water and let yourself be happy no matter what because that's all that matters your happiness.

"Don't let fear or insecurity stop you from trying new things. Believe in yourself. Do what you love. And most importantly, be kind to others, even if you don't like them."
-Stacy London


IG- sarapeter63 / sarapete63

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