I am scared. And I am scared of myself. I am afraid that I will
never open up to someone in my life. Never ever. I am in a state of mind where I
can’t even think of talking sense with someone and that’s because I have become
so accustomed to just blabbering and not even bothering to know what I mean.
Its weird, this feeling that wants me to
stay away from anything that even comes close to giving me happiness. Guess I’m
just too used too this stupid pain.
I don’t want to talk. I don’t even want to express myself in
any which way. Only let this darkness engulf me. I have become sort of
comfortable with this whole thing. Its been eating me up inside but now I don’t
even think about it. This emptiness,the nothingness makes me sane and makes me
realize of the little part of myself that is left.
Learning the lessons of life, carrying this guilt along for
quite some time has had this effect on me, to make me “comfortably numb”. What made
this happen? When did all of this nonsense even start? No clue. It just
happened. See, I told you I don’t want to express my self. And trust me, I hate
it.
I guess some questions in life are never answered..or if
they are,we’re perhaps to engrossed with the question to even bother to find an
answer. I don’t think the previous line made any sense. Don’t bother.
