November 10, 2023 2:39am - 2:42am
I'm not sure.
It used to be falling in love; and then it was being alone.
Except now I think it's feeling like a stranger to my own self. I mean, I could look in the mirror and not recognize myself, and I'm completely fine with that, I mean, it's nothing new. But feeling like a stranger in my own thoughts, my own mind — my one sanctuary — even if sometimes its a prison... it's terrifying.
I guess I'm just scared I'll lose myself without having ever found who I am. That I'll be permanently lost without ever having been found in the first place.
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Pleas of Futility
Non-FictionMy innermost thoughts; My innermost secrets, And now... They belong to you.