It's like the stress never subsides. I'm always thinking about me. Who's going to love me? Who's going to care for me? Who's going to think about me?
BUT...
Who am I going to love? Who am I going to care for? Who am I going to think about?
Even those statements are selfish.
I just want to get inside your head (possibly to get out of my own).
I want to open up enough for you to see the person I try so hard to hide from the world. The person I fear I am, and the person I aspire to be. And in turn I'd like to know the same about you.
What kind of person do you want to be? What kind of person are you really? What scares you late at night when no one is around? What scares you and makes you feel alone in a room full of people? What brings a tear to your eyes and forces you to clutch your pillow because no one else understands?
Who are you?
And how can I be of service to you?
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