"
It's driving me to doubt myself,
simply, it's tiring."
~First Love, Adele
I shudder to think of how people would react if they could read my mind, if they knew everything I do in a day. Thats not because I'm paranoid, but because I am, in a certain sense of the word, pathetic. The mere idea of anyone knowing what I do, what I think, makes me want to curl up into a hole and just stay there forevermore.
Not to say I do particularly atrocious or undignified things. It's not like I'm some sort of prostitute, druggie or alcoholic; far from it.
I'm not proud of things I've thought of, dreamed of.