There’s so much about me
Here’s the thing. I don’t say much about the way I feel. I’m hard to figure out. I’m too much to handle. I’m an over-thinker. I spend a lot of my time analyzing about things that shoudn’t concern me. I trust, I believe, fall and hurt easy. I’m fragile and it doens’t take much to break me down. But the other thing is, I know how to pick myself up right where someone trips me, and I never fall in the same place twice. Because the second time is not a mistake, it’s a choice.
I like being alone, but I hate the feeling of being lonely. When you’re alone, you have time for yourself. Your thoughts finally catch up to you. You set your mind on things and everything is just clearer. Nothing’s bothering you and everything just feels right for once. When you feel lonely, you feel as if no one’s there for you. It feels like no one understands you or is willing to listen. It feels like you’re screaming in a crowded room, yet no one person hears you.
I’m a thinker, not a writer. My mind is overflowing with hundreds of thoughts and ideas everyday. I think its almost genius sometimes. But whenever I try to write it down, the way my words interpret it makes me dissapointed. Everything just seems so much better in my head.