and it's taken it's toll.
Looking through my Instagram pictures letting my mind wander
It's funny how life has turned out to be..
..after I screwed things up back then
I have a fear
and it's keeping me away from myself.
No matter how hard I try living a new life
Fear never fails to come by
making every new life miserable again.
My past fears are cursing me in the present.
My past in which I've wished to never live again.
My fear in which I hope it never existed.
It's easy to say 'let the past be the past, and let the fear be gone'
But no one(except the Lord, I guess) really understands how it is to be cursed by your past fears.
Living everyday having the fear of being judged.
Having forgotten who I really am or what I used to be.
I've always thought that time will erase everything
But I guess not exactly everything.
Putting on a mask can be so heavy to bear.
It is up till recently when I realised that my fear has made me weak.
Making me more sensitive and depressed than ever.
There are two types of people in the world.
The extroverts and the introverts.
However, people have the choice to pretend to be the other.
The extroverts can pretend to be introverts;
And the introverts can pretend to be extroverts.
Am I an extrovert who tries to be an introvert?
Or am I an introvert who tries to be an extrovert?
