How unfortunate fear is. It stops me from doing things. It stops me from believing in myself. It stops me from being how I truly am or rather who I can truly be.
Fear.
It's such a strange arbitrary idea, fear. It's something that is so intrinsically part of our lives that we think about it all the time. I think about it all the time. I wonder why it is so apart of my life.
How it controls.
Some people say that I think too much - or rather in the words of a boy "you're different from other girls...you...think" Thank you for that observation my friend.Unfortunately the truth is everyone thinks. Everyone feels. Everyone has fears. And I write to overcome my fears. To think and to process.
Sometimes I wish that I had moments where people existed in swirly non-physical form. I suppose this is what love feels like, when suddenly the physical no longer matters.
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I live the life of dreams.
19.3.12
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