"i am insecure and somehow, i..."
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I've always been seen as this "confident young lady who knows what she's doing and who already knows what she wants to do with her life. Someone who's so confident about everything she does. Someone who accepts herself. Someone who doesn't care about what other people say".
Apparently, I'm not what I appear to be. Or so do I say.
Well, you see, I've never really talked about my insecurities. I believe my diary, other than myself, is the only one that knew about everything I felt. I bet my family, friends, and loved ones hardly had any ideas.
Prepare for a serious blog entry. This is real talk.