I'm not ashamed of my family, my social status, my God, my Jesus, my education, my friends, but I'm ashamed of myself.
I thought I was ashamed that I'm not going to a name brand school, but I'm ashamed that people might think less of me.
I thought I was ashamed of my faith's judgmental stereotype, but I'm ashamed that people might think less of me.
I thought I was ashamed of my crap-metal car whose presence was sounded miles away by its rustic parts, but I'm ashamed that people might think less of me.
God, fix me. Help me care less about what people think
Monday, April 29, 2013
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