#225: Hiding
I'm hiding behind my job. I'm hiding behind my anxieties. I'm hiding behind my loneliness. I'm hiding behind my grief. I am just hiding. I'm too scared to face the world as it is, with all its beauty and ugliness. I'm too afraid I won't be happy, so I leave myself stuck in unhappiness. And I just don't understand why am I hiding?! Have I been brutally hit on my head? What am I hiding from? Life? Why do I fear it that much? Why do I feel empty whenever I get nothing to do, when I get to be left alone? Why do I always fail my dreams? Why do I let people come first before me? Where is me? What is me? Will I stay in this dilemma forever? Will I ever start taking care of myself and what I need? Will I ever take that first step? Will I persist? Will I ever live the life I keep dreaming? Will I ever stop dreaming, and actually start doing? I feel alone. I don't want to be alone, although I might be the o