This is Me, Then.: Confessions .007

blackconcreterose:

I’m an introvert.

I can dwell in my aloness and often times feel alone in a crowded room.

My thoughts scare me, excite me…. They make me create. I stopped surpressing my mindset a long time ago.

I’m not perfect. Not close to it. I’m at this point where everything I ever believed in turned out to be a lie. I enjoy learning.

I observe alot. I don’t give a wet cookie what someone thinks,
But when I care. I care too much.

I over react at times and I’m very in tuned with my emotions.

I try to work on my flaws but it seems as if….
Nothing is ever enough.

I’ve watched myself be replaced KNOWING there will NEVER be another me.

And maybe that’s a good thing.
I’m misunderstood by most. Loved by very few.

But I don’t judge. But I’m not the victim here.

I hate playing victim. That’s why I’m so cold at times.

Ready for the Winter.
Because July came…and it’s leaving.
August……I guess.