Somethings that go on in my life don't make sense. I do a lot of things that don't make sense. I always wonder why I do or don't do things. I'm old enough to know better but I keep doing them. I guess I'm just afraid of the outcome. I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid that what I do isn't ever enough. I just can't talk myself into going out on a limb and risking my life. I feel that my self-image has a lot to do with that. Some days I will look in the mirror and think, "Dang, girl! You're lookin' fine!" The next day it could be, "Ugh. Just give me a mu-mu to hide underneath. I've realized that in my head, I feel that I need an outside reason to be confident in myself. I feel that I need a boyfriend to help me feel good about myself but in the reality of things, I should want to feel good for myself.
There's nowhere to go but up, right?
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