Mar 2019
Thoughts. Feelings.
Creeping into my mind to combine into what are my deepest insecurities.
Hiding behind my cloak of confidence, cockiness. Confidence?
Either way its a sham. At least thats what my therapist says.
Wait therapist?
OH my brain. My brain. My brain is my therapist.
My therapist hates me. Hates my thoughts. Wants to be alone even though loneliness is what I fear most.
Girlfriend hanging out with other guys… hmm… thats an insecurity. Want to talk about it but I can’t. I know it’ll start a fight. As If I have any ******* right, to complain about her with other people. Her with other people. Thats an inse….****. I already said that. Sorry brain.x
Creeping into my mind to combine into what are my deepest insecurities.
Hiding behind my cloak of confidence, cockiness. Confidence?
Either way its a sham. At least thats what my therapist says.
Wait therapist?
OH my brain. My brain. My brain is my therapist.
My therapist hates me. Hates my thoughts. Wants to be alone even though loneliness is what I fear most.
Girlfriend hanging out with other guys… hmm… thats an insecurity. Want to talk about it but I can’t. I know it’ll start a fight. As If I have any ******* right, to complain about her with other people. Her with other people. Thats an inse….****. I already said that. Sorry brain.x
I don't always remember why I write but I know how I felt when I wrote it.
