trust

I keep shying away from living. Fear. Like one can absolve it in a swipe of the hand. Probably not, but I already know that. I'm still trying to be a lot of things instead of picking and choosing what I can do.
I spend time, not a lot though, determining that my upbringing/ parents are to blame for. Comparing and judging.

I do have friends, I just choose to try wheedling attention from them. They aren't fools, but I'm try to be. They have their lives to live, I should live mine.