Entry #6

I felt like I was supposed to love and wish something that, as much as I tried, I couldn't. I came into a conclusion, or at least, that was the conclusion I came to that day. 

We are all different. Just because I don't wish something everyone else wants doesn't meanI am wrong myself. I felt like if I tried to be like them, I would loose myself. I would loose my uniqueness. My strength. My love for what is blooming, progressing. 

I was afraid I would fall into this eternal pit were I would not distinguish myself from the dark. I was so afraid of forgetting what being myself was.

But I was also afraid of that constant fear consuming me.