Memo.docx

I was afraid of rejection. I never let anybody be disappointed in me. Life used to be simple. I just need other’s approval and I know everything will be fine. I change every day, depending on the people around me. I can be smart, kind, atrocious, sly, anything – a social butterfly with no identity. Everybody wanted to be around me. Being a master of deception, I became a victim myself. I deceived myself that it was fine, that I never needed one true self. And the truth is, I never really had one. I never gave myself a chance to be real. Now, all I am was a lost soul wandering through this world. Is it too late for me?