Being Myself.

I care. Sometimes too little, sometimes too much. I pretend. A lot. I hid my feelings and emotions. I am being very selective in choosing people to share my problems. I worry too much. I think too much. I love too much. I strive for perfection. Obsessed about being happy. I am easily annoyed. I got angry easily. My emotion could change at the blink of an eye. I am straight forward. I am selfish at times. I am dying to make my friends happy -- but at times I failed miserably. I ignore because I don't want to get hurt. I distance myself because I don't let anyone to hurt me. I'm scared. I love myself no more than I love the...

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Apprehensive

It's not that I don't love you.  I am just afraid. Afraid of falling in love, falling into something that feels unreal.  Afraid of holding on to something that I cannot touch, feel, smell or see... holding on to the unsure feelings.  I'm afraid because I don't know what is it.  Was it love, or lust, or am I just lonely? Maybe I just need some kind of distraction, maybe I liked you, maybe I care, or I don't. I don't know.  Or maybe I was afraid of getting hurt.  Afraid to lose you at the tip of my fingertips.  Afraid with the fact that you might found someone else, someone better.  Afraid...

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