When it comes to writing about anything in particular, my words fit perfectly. But when it comes to writing about myself, my words fail.
I have always wanted to be a writer. Words bring an incomprehensible comfort to me. I am a very unstable individual, which consequently leads me to withdraw from a majority of people. I'd rather listen than talk. The fact that I over-think most situations has tormented me for as long as I can recall. I believe I am incapable of trusting another human being, though it is something I am working on. I have so much affection, yet I have not yet found a secure place to put it. I worry too much. I look fondly upon those who give of themselves unselfishly for the benefit of ameliorating the troubles of others. I am basically a generic version of the person I'd like to be. //