I want to like you, but it's too hard to like when I can't even trust at moments like this. You're amazing and you could be my bliss but I'm insecure and my gut signals that I need to watch myself. So, I go mad and lose my temper, I Punch holes in walls. Trust me, you wouldn't want to be involved with that. I'm a time bomb filled with anger and vexation because of life events that have thrown me out of place from childhood until now. Due to many fucked up situations I've evolved into this fucked up person living on a stage with a crowd full of disappointed spectators over worrying while my life is being played out.
Who would want to be with someone like that? Who would honestly be able to be happy being with someone who has hundreds of walls put up and slips into depression spikes and panic attacks as easily as the smell of cigarettes and marijuana. Nobody likes broken people. They don't want to work towards something with someone. They want a finished product. I'm far from "finished." I have just started my healing process.
I don't want to disappoint anymore people. I don't want anyone to feel obligated to make me happy. It never works out. I am just a lost cause living in a world with crestfallen bystanders judging my every move.
YOU ARE READING
A book of thoughts.
Não FicçãoI started this as a way to release all of my emotions, but feel free.
