Confessions of a crazy

My greatest fear is dying alone with no one to care for me or miss me. I fear not leaving an impact in this world...I fear myself. There's more than one side to everyone some sides uglier than others and I feel that's me right there in a definition. Two sided double faced and maybe even a hint of pathetic-ness.

I run from who I am because I've been shot down and broken so many times. Its hard to be yourself when your so used to running and hiding from it. Other than when I'm writing there honestly isn't a moment when I didn't have to think about who I am. I don't have to shy away from judgement or eyes that follow. It's just me and my thoughts a pencil and some paper.

I don't know what I'm getting at nor do I know what I'm trying to get at I just need a place to let it all go. To give up and succumb to my inner thoughts while feeling like someone's finally listening, to finally not feel alone.