It’s hard being “just yourself”

When we meet new people, we certainly try to make an impression. We consciously make an effort for them to see us the way we wanted to be seen – be it by our looks or how we treat them. It’s an added bonus if by meeting them for the first time, they would like to have a second hang-out with us. But one of the hardest thing is to keep that image unshaken. We always wanted to impress others, especially the ones that caught our attention. For us girls, we wanted to look best during our dates, specifically our first dates, because we want the boys to see us in a way we particularly wanted to be seen – amazing, beautiful, glamorous – you name it. But we all know impressions don’t last and there’s a proverbial fact that truth will set us free, I suppose that the image you’d been holding on for so long or not-so-long will crack and someone will see you beneath that mask.

Being yourself is such a hard thing to do. We assume that showing the “real” us will mean that we’re baring ourselves to the world. That people will know our flaws, and they won’t accept us for that. We always wanted to look best and let them see it that way. But remember you deserve someone who will truly accept you for whatever character you have. Be it mean, obnoxious, self-indulgent person you truly are. I believe there is good and bad inside of us. We cannot simply put a word to describe who we really are because we are evolving every single day. There may be days when we feel like we must do something good so we help other people and days when we just felt like being mean so we bitch them out. But the person who chose to be with you in every day – whether good or bad – is a person worth spending your time with.

Maybe next time I’ll take note of this and won’t be such a hypocrite 🙂

♥A

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Is it too much to ask?

The broken promises, lies, shattered hopes, painful memories…heartaches.

Once upon a time might be a fairy tale that never exists… an imagination that never became real. An action which never took place and never will. I was blinded by my high standards. I kept on holding back. Never try hard to do things I’d longed to, even before. I’ve lost my chance, lost all the countless opportunities… because I’ve been too absorbed on my own world. I’ve cling too much on a fairy tale, that I’ve lost the chance of a happily-ever-after.

Trying so hard. Always looking for more. Trusting so much about fate. But not actually falling.

At the end of the day, it all comes back to my fragmented reality.

♥Amber