Imperfections

I’m not a perfect person. I have so many imperfections. I’m such a complicated person. All this things that I do, the way that I react to something’s, the way I speak, the way I react without thinking, the way I built this walls all around myself … I’m just trying to defend myself. If I open up my hart to everyone, if I show them who I am, I know I will suffer eventually and I know this is the most selfish thing but I can’t  let them get to me like that. Maybe I’m just too complicated for anyone to fall in love with. Maybe this isn’t the right way to live I mean I know I will end up alone because of this but it’s just so hard to take this walls down. But sometimes I feel tired, tired of yelling, tired of being sad, tired of pretending, tired of being alone, tired of being angry, tired of felling stuck, tired of being afraid, tired of feeling empty inside, tired of not being able to let things go… I know this is silly but this is how I feel…