I’m not the person I used to be, and sometimes I don’t like that. I’m still cripplingly empathetic. And now I feel like I’m on a path, but…I’m just not me. Escaping reality was my identity. That WAS me. The end!
But now it’s not. I still love to read and watch movies and relish in autumn, be outside, help people…but there’s not much else. It’s all a ruse, and I’m not even good at it.
Being numb made me callous- I could stand up for myself and not shed a tear. Now, I constantly worry about how people are perceiving me, and I’m sad most of the time.
I used to use Open Diary about 4-5 years ago and lately I’ve found myself longing for another space to just…fucking be ME (whoever the fuck I am). And to find out that it was shut down and I will never read my old entries again is irksome.
I have no idea what this site is like, I just asked Google for related sites. Guess I should go find out.
Anyway, hi.
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