I don’t know what I am supposed to be. What am I supposed to think. I have held on tightly to the little scraps that I thought made me unique. Then I let it fall apart. I think I wanted it to fall apart. If I lose my definition, I’m free to go, right? No more tethers to this place. I’m a coward. I’m a runner. I don’t know how to deal with difficult things, and this makes me weak.
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Personality is an illusion we create to try to feel solid in a place that makes no sense and no one knows what they’re doing.
I don’t think you’re weak, I think you are conflicted. And that’s okay.
Just think of who you want to be. What traits do you admire? Cause you can literally be whoever.
I feel like we have this pressure to be a certain way around certain people out of habit and familiarity but, idk people reinvent themselves all the time. Everyone’s kind of playing a role, keep playing different parts till one fits.
It’s a struggle, I’m working on It myself. I think most of us are tho.