Bitter Me: Insecurities Kills

And suddenly it hits me. Right in the spot where I never thought someone's gonna touch it, not again at least. It's not like I feel lost, I feel like life going nowhere or life was like Taylor Swift's 22 song. "Happy, free, confused, lonely at the same time."

I feel insecure, too. And I have no idea it kills me slowly.

"A lack of transparency results in distrust and a deep sense of insecurities." Dalai Lama.

"A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity." Robert A. Heinlein.

"Most bad behavior comes from insecurity." Debra Winger.

"Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that, for me, is based on insecurity, self-esteem and loneliness." Naomi Campbell.

I feel so damn insecure and it's fucking terrible. Maybe that's why I'm easily burden, always in tense, always in hurry for something that can wait a little while. I'm broken, I knew that long time ago. But my insecurities follows me wherever I go. I'm a perfectionist, so everything I earn feels good for a while. But then when I see something better, I feel bad for myself. I feel like nothing good ever happen to me, nothing good enough I can achieve. I look at the mirror and my reflection shows the worst of me. Not smart enough, not pretty enough, not rich enough, not good enough to live. I have bad teeth and ugly eyes and fat and I feel sorry for myself.