I’m my toughest critic. I’m constantly beating myself up for not trying hard enough, telling myself I could have done more. Life has this thing in which we don’t walk hand in hand, but rather it likes to step on me. It’s a constant competition and I’m not one to back down. I dislike myself for over-thinking my actions, my feelings, my opinions, and ultimately it reflects on my insecurities. I’m never satisfied and it’s haunting to think that I’ll always be striving for more yet I should be extremely grateful and happy with what I have because what I have is wonderful.
