Title Post (i.e. This is me)

I'm lost, surrounded, alone. There are questions, so may of them. Decisions to be made. I am indecisive at best. I have no answers, not to the questions that matter. Take me to a trivia night, those questions are easy - but the ones that matter? The ones that count? I've got nothing. Directionless. Terrified. Lost. That's me.

I work, I study, I read, I write. I talk to people, I listen. I'm the loudest person I know, I'll sing you a song - loud and unashamed, dance in a crowded place when no one else will. Confidence I have in bucket-loads. That stuff is easy, it's not me, not really.

I hide, I have for as long as I can remember. I learned that saying what I think loses friends, going against the flow just a little? Socially unacceptable. So I pushed 'me' into a little box and became normal. Obviously that worked for all of five minutes and suddenly I was weirder than ever. I'd try to describe myself but well in all honesty how many people do you know who wear odd knee-hi coloured socks and a rubber duck - in their hair?? That's me.

I was so determined to push against everything I became too loud, too crazy. I wanted people to point, to laugh, because if I encouraged it then it couldn't hurt me. Thankfully I grew up.

I still wear odd socks, and the rubber duck from my hair - he has his own facebook. I was too far gone to actually slip back to normality, but I have cooled it.

That's probably enough for now - no one's reading this anyway right?

Me.