Me.
I constantly feel as if I’m too weak for the rapid ups and downs of human life. Every moment of every day I think of how every little action even as routine as turning a light switch off or on will affect my life. Not a second goes by that I don’t think of the love of my life, and wonder if she’s thinking of me too. I miss her terribly. I always feel as if my presence isn’t wanted wherever I go. I’m both chronically depressed and highly optimistic. I’m both cocky and self depreciating to the extremes. I am shy and outgoing. I am myself, nothing more, nothing less. I’m not sure where that leaves me.
4/23/12
