I get this overwhelming urge to write.
To empty my head on the paper, but I know that if I were to even try
to do that, I would be writing for the rest of my life. And
sometimes...the thoughts dont come out that easy. I want to teach
myself how to be bold. I am very aware of my mortality. And it seems
every day I realize a little more how one moment now may not matter
ten years from now...maybe even ten days. I want to tell people
exactly how I feel. But there is a part of me that is still
scared...scared of what? The rejection...the judgment..the looks of
disapproval. But seriously what does it matter? No matter what people
are gonna view you differently. Though one person may seem to
disapproval...some people may be proud and envious of you. They will
all most likely be envious. Everyone is envious of confidence. I also
want to post this online. And let people read it...but these are my
own thoughts, and to post them would make me vulnerable. But maybe I
need to be vulnerable. I have an open heart. It is so very east to
come into it. Anyone is welcome. And anyone can hurt me. I get hurt
easily and some people I know feel pity for me. They shouldn’t
though. This is who I am.
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