Thursday, July 18, 2013
My whole life is lies.
I am not a whole person. I am bits and pieces glued together with lousy glue. A little bit of heat, a little bit of cold, a little bit of anything and the pieces come apart again.
I keep trying to patch me together, but with anything broken, each time I'm repaired I become more and more fragile.
I'm sorry I let people down again. Lying, pretending to have answers for their problems when I have struggled all these years to find my own.
I wish I could be what I have pretended to be. I'm sorry I lied about what I am. I am not strong, I am not wise, I am not a success.. in any way.