I always imprison myself with my thoughts, thinking that the next person will understand what I’m thinking; they probably never understand what I want.
I always think that everything will eventually take its course, but it doesn’t.
I find being me is hard, because everything that happens revolves around me. My heart is always my prison because I can’t seem to get out of it. I try so hard to express how I feel to others, but I just get so self-centred.
I really don’t like my prison because I get so angry at myself and start crying. My heart is like a prison, waiting to be released, by me, myself.