I don't hide well. Although, I'm really good at "running."
I've spent the last 7 months feeling like I've done such a good job "finding me." A couple months ago, I had a craft moment. I got in the car and when to Office Depot for... "Hello, My Name Is" stickers. I wanted to give myself a confidence boost. But what I essentially did was lie to myself.
I took this picture as soon as I finished and then.... put the project on the floor in the corner of the bedroom. Immediately I knew I wasn't being truthful. I don't really feel any of those words. I want to feel them. I want to be that girl I wrote in words in that picture frame. I mean... that's 36 lies. Those little stickers are my reminder that I am not a very nice person. Not to myself and not to others.
Hello, my name is... Tells Tall Tales.
I genuninely care about the people in my life. So much so, I never had the opportunity to get to know me. When someone calls me selfish, I have nothing to say other than "Yes, I am." I had to get selfish to get out of situations. But, what I didn't do is stop using that situation as an excuse.
I...I...I, honestly don't know. I don't know who I am, what I'm about, what I stand for or what I'm willing or not willing to accept for my life.
I suck... I suck... I suck.