Some times, i forget who i am.
I just wish i could feel again, without this great clot destroying what confidence i have.

I'm not confident.
I'm really not.
I just cant even understand why i can't say anything without fear of hurting someone.
So tired, man.

Just.

Wow. People wonder why i draw my corrupt version the way i do.
Its how i feel.

I wish i could remember who i am.
And expunge the flaws...

Its times like this that i were even partially omnipotent.

Ignore this journal.

I'm sick of only meaning something to my family, an my closest friends.
Why on earth cant i just

here i go. ranting. Ignore this journal. I'm not important enough.
Nor am i confident enough.

I can only actually say what i feel through vagueness. Otherwise i feel stupid.



Why is so much only real to me?