Scared

The two hardest questions to answer are “who are you?” and “what do you want?” I have no fucking clue who I am. Am I suppose to? I know no more than you. I know my interests and my face. I think I’m too scared to look any closer. To define myself. What if I do not like what I find. And what do I want? I do not know what I want. Not really. But of what I do know I cannot say. Because it scares me. And because if I did say you would be scared too. I guess in simplest terms what I am is scared and what I want is to not be scared. How ironic.

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