Monday, December 28, 2009

I guess it's because my interior is so vulnerable, that I deflect, deny, argue. Because when I'm wrong, it hurts in places I never knew existed. When I get cut down, I break down. When my work is belittled, I start believing that I'm useless, too.

I'm sad that I have to look for appreciation and understanding from people who don't mean as much to me as you.


Anonymous said...

You're not alone. This type of thing has been grieving me a lot lately.
May Allah help us. Ameen.

abdul said...

take comfort in the fact that it could always be worse!

Anonymous said...

Whose you? Like... me?

Honestly, I thought I was reading a poem for a second there. Deep thoughts girl, deep thoughts.


Nauman said...

Have faith, child, for salvation is near. :)

Asmaa said...

oh shut it.