I don’t believe I’m “good” person, if there’s such thing as being good. I believe I am the furtherest thing from it, despite what others tell me.
I’ve tried to be the “good” person I dreamed of and what people wanted me to be, yet I fall back on my annoying habits. I’m lazy, manipulative, unhealthy, very paniky under stress, and my most disliked, fortgetfull.
Being forgetful has been a blessing and a curse, the blessing is when I have a bad day I can go to sleep and wake up refreshed, forgetting what happened yesterday. The curse is I start to forget the simplest things when […]