There\’s so much pressure for me to succeed. Not only am I compounded by expectations from my parents…but from others. I have the way I want to go in graduate school. The path I want to take. Yet it doesn\’t seem enough.
I have stared at my e-mail inbox, like I am waiting for a sign. A sign from the other side. A sign that everything is going to be okay.
What pains me the most are these lines:
You can\’t love anybody else until you love yourself. You can\’t make others happy if you can\’t make yourself happy.
Because those are the exact lines that I said about myself 3 years ago. I thought I was able to rid myself of this waste, but apparently I have not.
It\’s too easy to curl up in a sobbing ball and wish it was going go some other way. But is it better to walk around with a seemingly hard shell that is broken by one touch?