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It's funny that emotions can overtake you to do something that is out of the ordinary. I feel like I am a box full of more than 2 people and my real identity is unknown to everyone and include me. My soul changes as my feelings change. I can do a sucicide if I want to, but I am too a coward and depressed person. I have many phobias and my personality didn't support me much. I can make people cry and let myself down. I am mostly a depression with great loneliness and sorrow. Who am I really? Who am I to fool with feelings around me? Who do i really care about? Me? Or my close friends and family?
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