I’m afraid to confront myself. What kind of person I am, actually?
Sometimes I’m just a coward. 😦 Especially when it comes to love.
Afraid it’s gonna be the same shit again. Afraid it’s just some kind of wrong impression. Or because of constant hunger. I don’t know.
Even afraid to find out the answer to all my questions.
Nothing but a coward. Useless, helpless, lost, mean.
Perhaps that’s my true self.