It’s true. I’m alive. I’m here. I live, breathe, feel.
I exist. I’m part of the world. I’m not here for you to ignore. Forget. Lie about. I exist.
I didn’t chose to exist. But I do.
Instead I decided to live openly and honestly.
If you don’t like me, if you think I’m weird, or silly, or too intense, or lazy or whatever. I can’t help you. I tried for long enough to be what other people wanted me to be. To make them comfortable with it. I don’t need that. I need to be the one to be comfortable. If I have a problem with me, then it’s up to me to deal with it.
I don’t fix your problems. I don’t create your problems. Despite what you may think.
I know what’s wrong with me, my biggest downfall. I love. That’s it. I love. That makes everyone uncomfortable, because they worry I don’t love them or they lose my love or they what? I don’t know. I hate this feeling.