Sometimes.

SOMETIMES I FEEL LONELY













Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like for people to be able to really get to know me.

I know that I am awkward. I know that I am shy and anxious. This is more to do with things that have happened to me in the past than with who I am now.

Sometimes, I wish that there was some way of showing people who I am…What I love and hate…What I am most afraid of…What I am passionate about…What makes me feel warm inside…What the world looks like through my eyes…Who I want to be when I grow up - because I'm still not there yet…

Sometimes, I wonder if there will be people persistent enough to try and crack my shell.

I think that I am a nice person underneath my shyness. I think that I have good, likeable qualities. I think I am creative, sensitive, passionate, thoughtful…I just don’t know how many of these things are visible to others.

Sometimes, I wonder if maybe, just maybe, people catch glimpses of the real me. Sometimes I see them look at me funny, and I wonder why. Maybe cracks form in my shield. Maybe they see everything that I want them to be able to see.

Sometimes I daydream too much for my own good. Sometimes I stare off into the distance and don’t pay attention to what is going on. I am usually thinking of things like this.


I don't know. I guess this is my way of expressing who I am. This, right now - my precious blog. So if you want to know who I am, keep reading.