I try to put on a big act that everything doesn't worry me too much. But somewhere beneath what I'm sure is an extremely shallow mask lies the not-so-well-hidden fact that I'm just some sentimental screw up with a lot of insecurities and a case of unrequited affection.
But this is probably just me over-thinking and scrutinizing every little detail in my life.
It's amazing how one small act can affect me so profoundly, how one nonchalant comment can make me rethink and question a lot of the decisions I've made in life. I wish I could exude confidence as easily as everybody else seems to. But maybe deep down everyone feels this way, and I'm just a rubbish actor?
I just wish that life could be a whole lot easier than it was, but then again, I'd probably complain about that too.
This is why nobody should ever take my complaining to heart, because when it all comes down to it that's all it is: complaining.
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