"What's bothering you?" she said.Β
I didn't answer straight away, instead i looked away.Β
"Hey, talk to me about it, tell me what's wrong?" she said as she stepped towards me.Β
"What's wrong? Huh? Well everything this is wrong!" I said, frustrated. A few seconds of silence between us. She didn't speak and rather let me express myself.Β
"I'm broke" I continued, "... I'm fed up of constantly telling myself that it is going to be alright. I don't know what you see when you look at me, but when i see myself in the mirror, i see nothing but an embodiment of complete failure". I sensed anger and frustration in my voice as i completed the sentence.Β
I waited for her to speak, but when she didn't, I continued "You know there were days when i was all energetic and enthusiastic that i would rise with the sun and welcome everyday with a smiling face. But now i am so done with repeatedly lying to myself that everything is fine".
I took a deep breath and continued in a low tone "everyday i am starting to believe less in myself, i am hopeful no more, i am losing my faith, my integrity, my credibility"
