sometimes it just feels so hard to be me. certain people see me one way and others see me another. i have been through so much to the point where i can’t even stand to be myself at times. i’m insecure, paranoid, easily hurt, easily aggravated, easily broken, easily taken advantage of, and i just can’t handle it. there are times like now when i dont know what to do except cry. maybe i’m being over dramatic, maybe i’m not; who’s there to tell me? i don’t know what’s wrong with me nor do i know what’s right.