There are J’s in me: Jrx-ness and another bad little dirty J. It’s like there’s a monster in me. I’m living with the beast. I can’t kill it. It’ll always be there. I just need to keep strong to live the consequences. Not to runaway. Sometimes hiding is okay. Or am I just being drama queen? Being too melodramatic? I don’t know. One thing for sure is no more playing victim. Angry is okay but blame no one but me.
Salam Curhat Berkhasiat 🙂