It happens to me sometimes, once more tonight, I feel that everything worth discovering has already been, by someone else on this earth ; particularly a lot of people who are better than me. And I’m supposed to develop a sense of self-esteem in such context.
As far as I recall, I’ve always compared myself to others, acting according to the image they sent back to me, and above all to the image I thought I had to match to become… I don’t know what, just somebody.
I fucked up, for so long, and still do.
So much vanity.
