I remembered going to school.
I remembered being bullied.
I remembered how there are people out there that hates me.
I often blame myself when things dont go my way.
I remembered the past like it was some kind of trial for me to become who I am today.
No,
I am still not perfect.
I am still weak compared to others.
I am still a coward who wouldnt come to the front of the classroom.
Most important thing is,
I am still me.
Compared to the past me, now I learn how to grow from my fear.
I keep forgetting myself but I guess thats better than being pulled in with the past.
I guess I am ok now.
I am trying to take things step by step.
I want to move forward but I dont want to rush it.
I want to feel this pain from a journey of self-recovery and when I am at the end of the road, I will look back and smile to all the pain for making me stronger.
That is what I aimed.
