Meh.
Don’t read this post. I just had to open up to something.
K. This is it. I am not as strong as people perceive me. I’m as fragile as an ice that I could just break down instantly. This is why I try to put up walls. I try to put them up so hard that when emotions come in, I couldn’t handle it. I feel so pathetic. I like stuffed toys very much. The reason is that I find their company “comforting” when I have no one else. I hug them when I feel very sad. That’s why I still like them. Another thing is that, I buy this books about happiness. How to be happy, how to fulfill your life. Pathetic, because that’s when I truly realize how lost and sad I am. Depending on books to keep me alive and happy when everything is just… empty. Why is this happening.. Im scared to lie down. Im scared to try to sleep..cause I know I won’t. No, family issues has nothing to do with it. It is all about me. :|
