I got in a few fights in middle school because I kept getting bullied and I kept bottling up my anger until I exploded. Of course, they suddenly became cool with me afterwards. In high school, I got challenged to play “body blows” with a heavier, bigger guy and I got destroyed before I could even throw a punch.
I’m scared to fight because I’m scared of pain. However, if someone keeps pushing me beyond my mental capacity, I don’t care about anything. I get temporarily insane and manic. That scares me because at that point, I have absolutely no control of my body. I won’t say anything else about that.
I've been seeking happiness for years.
I've lived in hiding from the darkness.
I've spent so many hours in question.
I've prayed that God finds me soon.
Only to realize I must find myself.