This is something that's been on my mind for awhile now. Everyone has a fear. Even me. My fear? It's being alone. I don't want to be alone and the thought of it scares me. I sometimes wish I could just ask someone to stay and not leave me. Selfish of me isn't it..I end up hurting people because of my want to not be alone. I feel like I hurt the people around me. Nobody deserves someone like me because I am a terrible person. I wish everyone could be my friend but it's not that way. Not everyone's going to be your friend. It hurts me and I don't dare accept the reality of it..
I have a voice telling me all these things I don't want to hear sometimes. I push that voice away. Sometimes, I think it's telling me the cold harsh truth and I'm pushing it away because I can't accept it. I run away from the reality that I know and understand. I'm scared that accepting the truth will some how make me lose myself and the things I care about. And is that why I lie to myself? Who am I kidding really..I'm not really happy with certain things that I'm doing. Is that why I at times have no motivation to do them? It's like suddenly, the simplest thing like drawing becomes so hard to do..even when I do draw I end up with things like this:
It's depressing isn't it? The previous week, I wondered where the real me is. Indeed, where is the real me? Being my old self isn't going to bring the real me back, I believe. I have to find a way to be me that makes me happy and stop hiding behind a face that I put on for people. I must search deep in myself where the real me lies.
I'm sorry everyone..I should probably shut up now..I'm just a terrible person really..