Have you ever chased something so much because you thought that's what you strives for and now you're even wondering if it was even that you wanted?
Or what if you did chase it and you ended up killing that motivation?
What if both happened and you don't even know what the feeling is, or how to describe it in any sort of capacity.
Where it's been toyed around and manipulated that you just want it to stop so you decide to cut it off and trash everything that's even remotely close to having people think that way.
But secretly you still want it, regardless of the pain that others brought it, and you start think to yourself that you really do want it back.
And now I'm scared because I know so much of the world and people around me, that I don't even know what I am except the positive things that people say I am. So I don't know the real emotions playing out, just my thoughts. I've cut off my emotions from my thoughts so I'm either one or the other but that just leads to how bipolar I act.
I know I should listen and get advice from other people I consider close but that's how I ended up the mess I am.
How I secretly still want it. That level of closeness everyone assumes and guise under a romance.