I can be really bold, but no one will ever know if that is as real as I am on the inside. I get so tired trying to explain whatever that's running in my head. But as much as any other humans do, I need an outlet too.
I used to wonder how some people would rather not have anything to do with anyone else. I guess I'm there now. Checkpoint 101: the i-want-to-be-#foreveralone-part-of-life. On the more selfish note, I just think being alone makes one feel secure, because it skips all the hard work in putting on a smile for anyone.
I don't need people to dictate or justify my actions because people never really know what I am going through. How can one feel the pain when I am the one being pricked by the needle? And likewise, no one else feels what I feel because they are not me.
I'm so sick of being judged, and watching other people judge the others. Both of which kills me and tear me to bits on the inside.
So what's even left of me?
