And I tend to lose my way.
Wandering.
Wondering about life's purpose.
Feeling lazy.
Feeling demotivated.
Feeling helpless.
Falling into depression.

I tend to be impatient.
Having a short temper just like dad and grandpa, although I internalize my anger.
Hating when others waste my time.
Hating the feeling of being nagged.
Hating my current self.
Prizing the results more than the journey.

I tend to be controlling.
Being perfectionist.
Being intolerant of my mistakes.
Giving myself a hard time.
Criticizing my every move.
Losing freedom and myself in the process.

I tend to be full of myself.
Feeling like I know what's best for people.
Feeling like I am better off than some.
Itching to tell them how to behave.
Wanting to influence.
Wanting people to apply my advice to the letter.

I tend to please others.
Dreading saying no to people.
Dreading hurting their feelings.
Dreading of the loss of love if I don't do another's bidding.
Feeling like I have to act in a certain way in order to be accepted.

I tend to avoid conflicts.
Feeling frustrated with unnecessary dramas.
Feeling easily cornered.
Feeling ashamed when I cause others pain.
Lacking the courage to confront.
Lacking the ability to express how I feel.
Excelling at casting people off.

Despite all these flaws of mine, I still try my best to live my life to the fullest, enjoying each moment while learning to accept my own human conditions.

And last but not least.
I tend to love.
Because I am loved.
And I tend to change.
Because I can.