Frustrations and Insecurities.

Sorry if I'm not perfect. Actually, I'm very far from perfect.

I am far from being the son a parent wants.
I am far from being the brother a child wants.
I am far from being the student a teacher wants.
I am far from being a friend a person wants.
And I am far from being a lover a woman wants.

But I try my best to be, it's just that it's hard for me.

Frustrations and insecurities eat me like a piece of pie. They devour my whole and leave me in a state where I can't seem to know my worth, if I am worth something. I wouldn't bother to expound as to what my insecurities are. As if anybody would care.

As I write this blog entry, tears are pouring down from my eyes. Not because I am weak, but because I am strong enough to cry; to admit to myself that not everything is okay. I write this blog entry to let people know that I, too, have my own frustrations and insecurities. Actually, I'm full of it. People just don't know it.

People see me as the happy fellow; always smiling, laughing, and cracking jokes. But haven't they ever thought that probably, maybe I have a problem?

It's tough being the tough big guy. Nobody would bother to ask you if you're okay. Nobody would sit beside you and check if you're doing good. Nobody.

I will keep this short and brief. I don't wanna piss more people off.

Frustrations. Insecurities. They eat me like a piece of pie.