I used to think I had to be perfect. I remember seeing girls who enjoyed their lives and had it all figured out...they just seemed to have their head in the right place. Then I compared them to me. That's when things get complicated. When I think of me, unhappiness seems to always cloud the view of all the great things I actually have in my life. Not to mention a distored self image, which later lands my ass in a nutrition clinic in hopes of starting "better life habits," and they do for the most part, but I have to wonder if it's just me or does everyone feel unsatisfied, even when a total revelation happens and your made new again. Becoming a "better" version of myself should make me happy...but it doesn't. Are we all doomed to grudge? Regret? Be unhappy and unsatisfied with our lives as we know them?
I have to know if I'm the only one out there who feels alomst completely out of place everywhere i go. Am I the only one with such a wrong way of being?
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