my name is .
I’m a little confusing. I both know and don’t know who I am. I’m on the borderline of self-acceptance. The things I write may be overdone and overused, but regardless, I mean every single thing I write. I have trouble letting go. I care to much. I think I love more than I initially admit. I get attached easy. I take people for who they are, or maybe, for who they want me to think they are. I don’t take the time to change anybody anymore, nor do I think people really change. Not from the core, anyway. I think people grow. I’m growing, not changing. I have regrets, which is strange because I haven’t done much in my life worth regretting…. Maybe I wouldn’t really consider them regrets. I overthink these sort of things… I overthink everything. I doubt myself and sometimes I doubt other people because of it. I worry to much, I’m scared of too many things. I’m trying to figure how to do more and perhaps think less. Sometimes I feel lonely. I hate feeling lonely. But I’m learning to love myself more than I already do, and to love and to love and to love and to not be afraid of loving.
As of right now, that’s all you need to know.
Tagged as: me.
