Seems to me that life has moved at such a pace, I can barely stop by the countryside and smell some fresh air. I struggle against the constant pace of my life. I think too much, and worry too much.

I over-analysed things. Am emotionally, mentally and physically taxed. I never knew what is it like to relax in one corner. I never knew what is it like to have good fashion sense, nor how to do my make up properly. I guess I will never be able to walk out of my rough tomboyish side, and to embrace the feminine side of me.

I try to please everyone, but realized that I can’t. I try to make everyone happy, which I succeed, at the expense of myself. I worry for people around me, and bring misery to myself. I support everyone, but not myself.

I never will know what true happiness is, because I never been through one. I know of broken dreams, because mine’s constantly shattered to pieces. I find satisfaction when people acknowledge me, but never with myself.

Considering all the above, I can conclude, I love others, but not thy self.

Nicole