My blanket of fear is what holds me back from being the real me. Something I have been trying to rid myself of for years. Sometimes I feel like it's half way off and then other times it feels like I have layers on.
I feel like I am holing myself back to much. Afraid of what others think, afraid that people will hate me. I have always worried about not having friends. I feel like that what I am is nothing compared to who I could be if I could just throw the covers off and not care. Be free. Something I yern to feel.

Damn back to work...Ill be back to write more..this is an on going feeling that I have a poem fot actually but I wrote that in my journal about 3 years ago..