I have an image about myself.
I desire to be presented to the world as what I built myself to be.
When the bubble breaks – when somebody pricks it
– then I am miserable. I am in sorrow.
I have an image about myself.
I desire to be presented to the world as what I built myself to be.
When the bubble breaks – when somebody pricks it
– then I am miserable. I am in sorrow.