What if we could pinpoint moments from our lives that made us what we are today? I started writing a tell-all of sorts. I don’t know if I will put it on here or not. It’s mostly about how I’ve been ruined by past lovers, if you can call them lovers at all. It’s basically my blaming them for the way that I am. In a sense, I think that they deserve some blame.
In reality though, I’m messed up and there’s probably quite a bit of blame to shower on myself too.
My fatal flaws?
I’m depressed, full of anxiety, introverted, insecure, messy, dark sense of humor, testy, a homebody, and did I say insecure?
I can’t relax like most people I know. It’s like my mind is always in overdrive and I don’t know how to shut it off. It’s exhausting.
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