Listening to: Ed Sheeran - X
Not quite sure why I'm writing this. It's just that last night it was pointed out to me that I have a tendency to push people away. It's not like it's intentional, I'm just aware that (like so many people before me) there are more than a few parts of me that I would prefer to keep hidden.
It's not that I'm ashamed of the things that shape me, well maybe I'm a little ashamed. Ashamed isn't the right word..... guilty, I'm guilty to be me.
I try too hard to protect the people that I forget don't really need protecting at all. I guess I feel like I have to save people from my demons, forgetting that they chose to meet them when they chose to know me.
I'm just too tired to carry on most days, but I still do. I carry on because there is nothing else really is there? If there is, someone please point it out because I can't seem to see it just now.