Day 26: Something You Don't Like

I don't like the duel quality of my personality, the bickering of heart and head that goes on constantly. I don't like that I get in my own way, creating little worries and then like a wad of gum they get stuck in my hair, my head, my heart.

Worries of:

"Am I messed up? Can I be loved?"
"why am I not where I should be?"
"And where the hell should I be?

I don't like my blindness to my own talents, though I can pick out my faults easily enough.

I don't like it. Not at all.

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