Monday, July 6, 2009

Identity crisis

I believe I may be going through one :/

I don't know, I just feel so... lost? I'm not sure if that would be the right adjective.

I feel disconnected from my three cousins who are honestly like the brothers and sisters I never had. I just feel left out a lot. They have a lot of inside jokes I'm not in on, they do things without me. Being a part of that my whole life and suddenly feeling like I don't belong is just throwing me out of whack.

And when I think about my future, I get scared. I get worried about college. Because really? I don't have much that makes me stand out. I have no talents. I don't play any instruments. I don't play any sports. I'm not involved in the community.

I don't even know what my personality is.

I used to say that I was a caring person. Always there for people. Yet when my close friends break down, I have no clue what to do. I'm an awkward moose.

And my parents. God, I love my parents, and I know they love me, but sometimes I just don't feel... I don't know? Appreciated? All I ever hear from their mouths is criticism. I don't clean around the house, I'm lazy, I need to work out more and eat less.

I fell asleep on the car ride home, and tears started rolling down my face. When I got home, I looked in a mirror and realized that my mascara was running. My parents hadn't even noticed anything. Now I could be overreacting, maybe they didn't get a good look at my face.

I just feel so alone sometimes.

I don't know who I am.

And now I'm crying, typing on the computer.

Who am I?

1 comment:

  1. I would love to answer this question:

    Angeline, born of Light and Stars,
    And all those things in childhood dreams,
    A Hershey kiss and fresh mac n' cheese!
    Her dreams will take her INTO Far.

    She speaks of men of pure heart and soul,
    Of Men so hard to fine in times like these,
    Her smile can shatter sun light's glare,
    Deep brown eyes for a deep, deep stare.

    Inside her eyes are found the Stars,
    Those same Stars of which she came,
    And just like all men she hath born scars,
    With these and Love she'll travel very
    far.

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