Memoir

Detail of an open diary

31 May 2013, 1:40 am

Its sad when the girl you like, likes some other guy. But its even more sad when that other guy is worse than you are. Makes you wonder if you are the person you think you are. And that is a disturbing thought. We have this image of ourselves where we are the hero, the nice one, the best maybe. True, sometimes on the surface we might not think so highly of ourselves but deep down in the corner of our hearts we know that we are better, so much better than the other guy. And this thought just clouds our judgement towards ourselves and the other guy. But then again we can’t help it, can we?


		
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