Dear... No One
Hey,
I know you are neither my journal nor a friend, but for the record, today I am feeling really out of my soul. I don’t know, the day started amazingly thanks to Lucas and Lucia, I loved being there and as soon as I got home I felt terrible by being an adult full of responsibilities.
What’s wrong with me anyways?
Why has it taken me so long to enjoy my life fully and gratefully? Why am I so weird?
I mean, I am a professional, motivational speaker, an independent woman and many more great features... But whenever I come to visit my darkest memories I feel like this: F**KING SAD. Why? Sometimes I just think it is part of my human nature, other times I believe I'm afraid of the best or I'm just not prepared for the best.
I found this website, but what would you do if you were in my shoes?
Do all human beings need these inner conversations? How's that possible? I mean, c'mon!
Dear motherf**ker shadow of myself, I deeply HATE YOU. Could you please let me continue without regrets?
Thanks!