*A post about fear*
Sometimes,
The mirror is my enemy.
Loneliness is dominant.
Drowning in Jane Austen and Adele is easier than facing life.
I sit and think about how the decisions of two people changed my life completely.
Going on a walk at 3 a.m. is acceptable.
Being numb and being silent, hurts a lot less than trying to feel.
Flying to Neverland or climbing through the closet to Narnia seems like the best option.
My brain justifies stupid decisions, because you want to be wanted.
Food makes me want to curl up in a ball and die, and nutrition labels become the Bible.
My mom, isn't actually my mom, but is instead a just a semi-close friend who gives really bad advice.
Home.. isn't home.
I say too much when I shouldn't, and say too little when I should.
There's a dumb little voice that tells me, "you're worthless", and I listen.
I'm afraid of what might happen if i let myself be happy.
I just want to go to sleep, because the world can't bother me there.
Every one seems to be against me.
No matter what I do, it's not the "right" thing.
My journal is my best friend.
I wonder why I let myself fall so far.
The only thing I feel, is fear.
Fear of being me.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure"
Love this. I know how you feel. Amazing quote as well.
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