In my years of living I remember feeling bad about myself because they can never shut it. I feel voiceless yet I still try to say the words that people don't wanna hear.
I already forgave myself for my incompetence, I grew and gained the trait I wish I had before. Yet people missed the person I had forgiven. They say I was too much.
I never wanted to be that person, It's just It reached to the point where can't handle it anymore and decided to free myself from worries. I can't handle the burden of a person.
You donβt have to know how it's going to happen as long as you know Who is in control of your life. Thatβs when the Creator of the universe will open doors you couldnβt open, break chains that have held you back, bring dreams to pass that seemed impossible.