I'm messed up. True story. Why lie though? It's the truth and I cant hide it forever. Not from you.
Sometimes I think that I know things but I seriously dont. I talk, a lot, about stuff that I can barely understand. I just drift around and let myself get confused by the mix of emotions that's in my head. Not my heart, you see. I think I know and I think I feel, but honestly I dont. It's my head talking, specially when I need protection and I miss the past, but past's gone. That need of being wise must be the result of all the pain, all the fucked up life that I had and all that I've been through.
Overthinking. That's probably my worst problem. I can pass hours thinking about what to do and then, I just do whatever comes to my mind at the moment and I end up doing a pretty shitty job, what includes delude people.
I'm really impulsive. I hurt people without the intention to it. I suck.
So please, just forget about everything I said these last fews weeks, because I was probably in need of affection, what happens quite a lot. Sorry.
