Nobody Knows It But Me

Probably for the past two weeks, I'm feeling so insecured. Out of nowhere, I'd be stressed just for no apparent reason...my legs would go shaky and I can't sit still without moving my legs or change position.

Then, thinking about it carefully, I guess I'm scared. There's something out there frightening me. I'm scared to lose...because I don't know.

When venturing into the unknown, it brings unsecurity and makes people scared. Each step I have to make, it gets even scarier.

As if looking ahead of me was a very very long tunnel that I can't see the light at the end, yet still go on.

Isn't that how life is sometimes?

There are many events happening that I don't know their reasons being...but I still let them occurs even though I don't really want them to.

With this sort of character of mine, sometimes I just hate myself for being who I am. Because I don't know why I'd act like that. Knowing I don't want to do it, but still do...hurt my self-respect that I'm lacking so much.

Somehow, I think that I'm repeating myself in my entires.
That's because my problems haven't been solved yet.
And I really wonder when would they be.
What do I have to do for them to be cleared.
For me to be feel better.

Love isn't everything in life and we have to understand that. Knowing it isn't enough.

I need to stop being dependant on a certain way to lead life too...on some people...I need to get out of that type of routine that isn't necessarily healthy and long-lasting.

Time too sleep,

Good night! (I'll come back on this topic soon enough).