Growing up, I tried to do everything and in every way no matter what it took. But, something that really provoked me inside was that if I really exist? And if I do then how? These things kept me pushing and then I started to develop myself.
Looking back, it wasn't me who I was trying to be. I watched people being appreciated, liked and adored and I wanted to be one of them so I tried to be them. This was the most wrong thing to do and it lead me to unimaginable things. I would pretend not to care when confronted but these things developed insecurities inside me.
I don't think if I was right but I won't blame myself either. I just needed to be a little more careful.