I am not trying to scare anyone, I am just putting thought into word form.
What causes the panic that makes you feel like your stomache and heart switched places? Why is it that you feel that way sometimes and can not think of the reason? Does being stoic really remove you from all that? Or do you still get scared and choose not to share it? So many of these journals are so completly impersonal. Do we lose who are in what we are trying to be? and why is it so hard to be yourself anyways? Is what you are really so hard to live with?
Why do people choose to lie? Why do they “gloss” over the truth to make is “easier”? Have you ever looked around, thought about your life and thought to yourself: “what the hell am I doing…and why? I don’t get it.”
I am not lost. I am not confused. I know who I am, what I want, who I love.
and yet still. When I least expect it. My heart and stomache switch places.
why?
