We live in a world where we are defined by someone else. It seems like we go around seeking who we are in the eyes of people. We always seem to defined by what people say about us and say to us. What about who we really are? Minus the definition of what people say about you and what they make you believe you are. Can we perhaps recognize the fact that the more we allow those people to identify who are we, we unconsciously allow them to steal our identity? This is the story of how I allowed people's opinion to steal my identity and how I got it back.
We find ourselves even sacrificing our personal standards and ethics just to fit because we have lost our identity. This is how most people lose their sanity and identity and they wont even recognize themselves in the mirror. This life has become just a facade of showing off that everything is going well while it is not going well at all.
I have also realized that they way I make decisions and how I do things in life is purely based mainly on people's opinion. Yes, I know people's opinions matter especially when it comes to being drunk in love, one needs their friends opinions because sometimes our judgments are clouded by the love that we are high on.
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