I'm tired, but I'm wide awake. Someday I'll be able to find out why I feel so lost and so numb. There are so many things that I know I should be reacting to. But it's so hard, I find myself more times than not with a blank face with so many thoughts and none at all. I want to write. I want to write more, more often, I wish I could just be locked up in a room by myself and write my heart out. Then I'd be free, free from the unknown of what life will bring to me, what my next mistake will be. Gosh, I'm so tired, yet wide awake.
I struggle a lot with asking for help, I always say to myself that I can deal with it, I'll be fine. But sometimes I wish I got help, with what, that's something I will never know. Because when everyone asks me why I do these things, why I'm like this, why I keep doing the same stupid thing over and over. My answer is I don't know. That's true, I don't know, something is holding me back from finding out. Maybe I'm too afraid, that may be so. Gosh, I can help people, I can support and encourage them, but I can't do so for myself. I don't hate myself, I don't love myself. I'm stuck in the gray area and I want to get out.