I can't even write.
But I am back here 'cause all I have is a weeping prayer and my anonymity.
I feel alone. So alone.
I feel like what I am releasing is the last one.
I am at my ugliest. My fattest. My impostor syndrome is acting up — I feel like I am faking everything, even my talent.
It gets tiring.
This is 2nd breakdown of the night.
Finally I am not crying much about money but as I have said in my conversation with God a few minutes ago: give me the power to inspire. I am so insecure I am giving out negative energy. I am always on the defense and I hate that.
I am now in the position to inspire.
Help me Lord.
I want to die with dignity. I want my children to hear stories of me being the good guy for once.
I am tired. I am dying.
I fake it so well, but my spirit is dead.
I wish I have somebody to just comfort me. It has been a while since I had someone who'll cry with me and understand this burden.
Now the 3rd.
