Damaged

Since he entered my life, I feel much better. My days colored with laughs, sometimes I really scared of getting too happy.

I know I am a mentally damaged, I made sad movies in my head and cry like baby.

I know I am kind of paranoia, while I think someone could steal him from me.

I'm so scared of myself. I can't even describe how I feel about my self rite now.

I live normal, I do things like others, I talk to people, I have girl friends, boy friends...I have lover, a good family also.
I'm so grateful of these.

But being normal is something I try so hard to do. While inside I'm crying. I feel insecure in almost everything.

I mind to be stated as pessimistic, I am not a pessimistic.

Maybe he was right, I am so hard to myself. The only person I see nothing good is myself.

Maybe that's why I need someone to rescue me from my own insanity.... Someone who believes me more than I believe myself.
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