I let the sorrow pulled me deeply.
The feeling of inferiority is deteriorating my whole being. I have been trying hard to cope up. Had done a lot of effort to confirm that I deserve it, but certainly, if someone is there reminding me how stupid I am, is never helping, so unhealthy.
I can’t put the blame on her no matter how she destroys me. It is me, the problem is me. I let her swim in my thoughts. I let her in my system.
I don’t wish that something will come up and pulls me up. My misery is a result of letting her stepped into me.
Things been done. I am hurt. I am mortified.
I can not compete, and I don’t want to compete.
I know what I deserve. I deserve the best. The bests are yet to come. This is my birth right. I will reap the fruits of my labour.
All sorrows will turn into joy and everything will be great.