that piece of dwindling self-confidence.



people usually say,
i am who you think i am. because i cant control how you feel about me.
i beg to differ.
shouldn't one just prove himself?
i'll make you think who i am.
and i'll prove it.
shouldn't it be that way?


i dont even want to face you.
face the consequences,
infinitely a more mild version of the intended impact of that phrase.
i feel like the just putting everything down,
take a deep breath,
and take a break out of everything.
every single thing, all of my commitments.



i am not trash afterall.
and i'll prove it.



persevere woman.
i can go through this slum.