And what is it that makes us who we are?

“Do not pity yourself that a comment by some absolutely random chick got you this wound up”.

I melted inside myself. I was so embarrassed that he was so right that I was fuming.

“You are all the same, inconsiderate of how your actions cause burning slurs.”

I was ashamed that I cared about someone who had no sense of honour.

“This has nothing to do with your value or importance. It has nothing to do with you.”


I had a conversation the other night with a friend whereby it really really hit me that I pity myself too often. With a convoluted lack of self-confidence I make everything about me. It’s like a culmination of depreciation and feeling that no one cares to bring me out of my difficulties.

In fact it surprises me because I know I can take on responsibilities and make choices which ultimately achieve what I want. But at the same time, it is so true that I often pity myself, especially in relation to relationships, love or otherwise.

In any case, in the greater scheme of things, I’m trying to grow from it. Be grateful, and happy and accepting of who I am instead.

Miss Mess



About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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