I'm a different person now.. At least I think I am. A bit optimistic maybe? A little too optimistic perhaps?
Maybe.
But sometimes.. I just feel like there's a part of me. Tugging at me. It's telling me to doubt. It tells me to distrust. It tells me to close myself from others.
I'm actually afraid I'll be that person again.. but when I do feel like this I tell myself: There's no reason to.
And oddly enough it makes me feel better.. usually.
And at times like this, I feel like writing. Which is probably why I don't post as much anymore despite the promises. This blog to me.. seems like some kind of dissatisfaction about myself.
For a while I haven't felt like that cos I've kept that person away because there's simply no reason to be that person.
But I feel like it tugs at me every day, waiting to resurface and hate all around me.
