This is me. My truth, my life, and my stories.
If you really knew me, you would know I’m still afraid of the dark. I know it sounds childish but it’s true. Let me rephrase I’m not really afraid of the dark but what could be hiding in the dark. I feel as if anything could be hiding anywhere or someone could be staring at me and I would never know. I’ve clearly watched too many horror movies, but it also excites me of what could be hiding in the dark and how it got there, or why it’s there.
I always struggled with happiness if you really knew me, you would know I don’t care for my own happiness. I smile and make jokes and try to make others happy around me but I’m barely happy and I try to make sure my friends never feel the way I do. I usually put everyone else’s happiness above mine, and never really talk about my feelings to them cause I feel like I’m bothering them. I just don’t want to also be seen as weak or something.
If you really knew me, you would know I constantly hope I’m not letting my mom down. I try to be perfect when it comes to my mother because her opinion matters the most to me. Since It’s hard to contact her and I can’t see her at the moment I try to think of things she would be proud of and I try to do them. Also when I’m in tough situations I just think of how she would get by and try to do it as she would. I want my friends to be happy, I think of my mom constantly, and I’m scared for the dark that’s what you would know if you really knew me.