i do not know why i have felt so lonely and neglected as of late. i am curious, is it something fundamentally wrong with me? am i simply a needy, petulant child? to afraid to find courage in one's own actions and deeds? only able to convey one's self through shy means, as of poetry and words unsaid, keeping one's-self awake at night. brooding, contemplating, and dwelling on things that could never be. things that i want, but they are perhaps things i should not get. a coward whom holds ill-will towards one's own self. belittling, and underplaying the work i do. taunted, nay, haunted by things that have happened. too shy and afraid to accept some things fully, and to what is to come. along with, perhaps, me being simply too sensitive, suffering of frailty.