I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, To live and breath on this terrestrial ball. What am I?
I’m writing this because I want to be real with people. I want to be open and put my heart out. I’ve put guards up for much too long and to be honest, I don’t think anyone knows my life. I’m tired of keeping my thoughts in my head, because my mind fights itself.
I realized tonight that if something were to happen to me, I don’t think anyone would even realize for about a week. And that’s sad. I am a pretty independent person in the way that I think and act (not financially, thanks to my gracious parents) because I got so used to people letting me down that I decided I only needed myself, and no one else. For the longest time, I would imagine my life in the future and it was always me and only me. That scares me now. I always thought I would be fine being alone; moving away where no one knew me, and just building a new life. But lately I realize that’s not what I want. I have a fear that I’ll always be alone or that there is no one out there for me. What makes it worse is all the cute little couples out there getting married and what not. I always think to myself, “What do they have that I don’t or what’s wrong with me” and yeahyeah nothings wrong with me, whatever, but it’s the thought that scares me. I’ll never change who I am to be something I’m not, but hopefully who I am is good enough.
I don’t want you to reply. I just want you to know me.