Sometimes,

I hate myself,

Sometimes,

I wonder what my purpose is,

Why was I even made?

Who am I supposed to be?

What am I supposed to do?

And yet, I’m dissatisfied.

My standards are high,

Because I can try that much,

At least let me do my ‘best’,

If there is any standard at all,

Someone say something.

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Author: Henri Darkner

Life is harsh. Love is harsh. God makes it better. If I understood myself, I would not be writing this blog. Just here.

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