There’s something so despicable about having an image that controls you over time especially when you’re pressured to act in a certain manner or dress up well. It’s hard when other people’s thoughts are the ones dictating you on what you should do, how you should be.
I usually don’t care but now I’ve started to conform again. I need to get back to my happy-go-lucky self.
I’m getting more and more of a narcissist. Darn.
