2018-01-30

    I don't know what I've done during all these years, but my life sucks. It was like acting. All I do is acting. I acted because I'm afraid of showing what I really am. For example, something inside me is dragging me from what I'm doing right now, writing what I think of myself and how I feel about myself. I'm writing with hesitation, because I look down upon myself. I'm afraid of telling my own ideas and feelings, even when I'm alone. I couldn't face up to them. I think they're not worth mentioning. I know this isn't right. I can't lie and cheat anymore.