So I have writer's block rn. I don't know what to do and i'm scared. I hate having to admit that but it's the truth. I already gave up on drawing and a bunch of other things. If I don't have a special talent that defines who I am then what am I? Who am I? What is my goal? Will I achieve it? I have so many questions without simple answers I have so many thoughts and wonders and they fill my head with their symphony, their echoes. It scares me. Being trapped in my head scares me, my mind, my thoughts they scare me and I don't know why. If I can't be like everyone else then who can i be like? Who will I be? Everyone now is obsessed with fame, money, love, beauty, so many other things that I don't have. I'm scared i'm scared. When I was younger it was so much easier. Be kind, have fun, live your life. I was taught how to be kind to others, compliment others, love others for who they are, to make sure that others are happy, to please others, put up an act for others, how to kiss others fucking asses, but never ever was I taught how to fucking love myself, to be fucking kind to myself, my mom told me to always have manners to always say please and thank you. She taught me how to give a compliment but not to fucking receive one. I was taught to be there for others but never for myself. I was a fucking child! I thought it was just being a proper person but instead I put everyone in front of me! I threw myself away for others. I just want myself again. That sweet innocent child that grew to be a fucking monster. Nobody was there for me when I needed them the most. That's it. Sorry it was pretty depressing today too. I haven't seen many depressing blogs lately though so I guess that's pretty cool. Lol. ANYway, go touch some grass. 161Please respect copyright.PENANAIgAO3C29Dj