+ 1 week ago
I’m sick of this feeling, of being on edge all the time as if I’m about to snap. I feel unstable and yet somehow I still manage to hold it all together, to put on a smile and on occasion I even manage to fool myself into believing in this artificial happiness I’ve fashioned.
I’m like a self destructive black hole. I can’t get close to anyone without fearing judgement and loss, and I can’t love without projecting my own insecurities onto those who care.
It scares me to read the things I’ve written - I’m like two completely different people. Objectivity is something I’ve never been particularly good at."