Despair is a beautiful construct, the state of mind derived from its vice is gorgeous indeed. Especially when you are the one shrouded in it.
We go again.
Actual ego is to prove your own ability, well, I suppose we start proving the insanity behind my actions once again.
We are discarding that past I despise from now on, I became less impulsive but lost my ideology of making the impossible possible along the way.
So I finally get my way back in huh ? I get to ignore the false ego I had and get back into what made my ego strong.
I didn't even hesitate, I saw that opportunity and jumped at it. Just how much did I need that ?
I cannot hide my terrible personality any longer, restraining it won't allow me to tear apart myself but only fester the flames of my mediocrity.
The first thing I need to accept is that I can love even if I hate the feeling of it. Oh what a terrible time to love someone again.
God I never thought I would reach this crossroad, I am giving up the bum attire and dressing up to look like a king.
Not because I don't enjoy how it looks or feels, but because I have a certain confidence that makes me look like someone important.
My impossible challenge is sticking to one thing, my management skills are there for everything but myself. . .
Ugh I just need to learn how to properly be touch with myself again and that all starts by embracing the person I am.