Insecure. Thanks to the ever-dictating society, and to my “I-don’t-know-how-this-happened” low self-esteem. Yes, I am. Don’t ask me why, or since when, for I have no answers, I think. I just am. And I know that. Because there are days when I just want to throw myself away, never wanting myself anymore.
Congratulations. Applause, please.