Looking back, i just think about how happy i seemed to be. Seemed.
I was being molded like a barbie doll, everybody had to know i was living the perfect life, that i was the perfect girl. I was being too busy trying to be perfect for others people eyes i stoped loving me. I stoped caring. I stoped living. I was like a robot. Living in automatic.
I wasted all these years trying to be perfect, when all this time the real perfection was in my imperfections.
I was hiding, didnt wanted to be heartbroken, didnt wanted to be meaningless, didnt wanted to be useless. But i ended up being heartbroken, my life was meaningless and i felt useless.
Now that im finally living, that im finally free.. I feel like i have so much to give but not too much to feel.
