Aug 18, 2017
I am
Embarrassed, for myself. Of myself, for my passions. I am a great line cook. A warrior. A trusted foot soldier of a chef. Often I find myself mad at everyone for the fact they are not moving how I am. Or reacting because I am not moving like them. I shouldn't yell at peers. I should not let passion drive me to be this unlikable, unbearable monster. At the end of the day. After all the enemies I can make. I am not that monster. But a human being. A curious human being. Stuck between old world and the new. I wish a change in me that will become. One day at a time.