April 28, 2014 Monday - 01:23
i am not a complete human being.
there is a part of me that has gone missing, and i don't know where to find it. i cover it up as best i can and hope nobody notices.
because i am not a whole being, i dare not open myself to others. unless i find the missing pieces, i cannot love or be loved. i cannot be real. i cannot be true.
i hide behind facades. i turn away just in time. i am not complete and nobody knows.
i am in this alone and it's okay. i will never be happy like my friends, i will never be married and have kids, and that's okay. i am alone, incomplete, and i am fine. i am fine. i am fine.