It’s almost two years since my heart suffered a major blow.
I fell into an abyss filled of self-pity, paranoia, anger, depression and hopelessness.
I lack direction and I did things that only added insult to injury.
Just because I loved someone way more than I loved myself.
I’ve done crazy and unthinkable things.
Things that comes to haunt me every now and then.
I am never perfect and I’ll never be the ideal girl.
Though I suffered and was severed by tragedies and wrong decisions, I am still alive.
Fighting and not letting go of my faith that God will help me.
I pray that as I live off each day, I continue to morph into a better person.
I’m freeing myself of all the negativism.
I will no longer feel sorry for myself.
I don’t strive for perfection but I want to make the right decisions in my life.
As for my wounded heart, I guess God has a plan.
I know that in the right time, I will finally find the right man.
And when that time comes, I pray that I will no longer fear the ghosts of my past nor the uncertainties of tomorrow.