My confession @ 7 am

I recently had a friend ask me if I had a chance to confess the things I have done what would I say. I drew a blank-froze up. Maybe it was because he is a semi new friend and I was scared, maybe it was because I wasn't ready. Well I am ready now so here it is.

I am a mess and thats ok. Sometimes I do things that I am not proud of, things that make it hard to sleep at night-things that make me hate myself just a little bit. Things that make me need to call my best friend at 6 am. I often know the right thing to do but find that the path of least resistance is far easier. I want to have faith, but find it hard when sometimes I don't even have faith in myself. I allow people to dictate how I feel far too often. I let careless behavior hurt me more then it should. I let unreturned texts or phone calls get to me. I let my heart out rule my mind but still can never shut my mind off. I over think things to the point of exhaustion.

Yesterday was my 27th birthday- I am an adult- I live on my own, pay bills, go to work everyday but sometimes I make childish decisions.

I am working on these things-I promise. I am trying to be good. I want to be a person worthy of love and I want someone to love me. But I am still me, a work in progress as we all are. I think I am just finally accepting that.

"We're all wounded anyway in our respective ways."