Velcro

When you're half of one, you can't function alone. It seems like without one, the other is useless...meaningless. Like double-sided tape...it sticks two things to one another. If one surface has nothing to stick to, it becomes a nuisance. It'll stick to anything that passes by. And look at Velcro. What would one side be without the other?

I think I'm a little bit like Velcro in the sense that I am clingy. There. I admit it. I am CLINGY and because of it, I am a handful to handle. I cling to my family, I cling to my friends, I cling on to him, I cling on anything familiar. I am easily attached and I have a problem with letting go.

Sometimes, I feel like I have no identity. What I am, what I have become, what I will be seems to be a reflection of the people closest to me. I seem to be a follower with no particular opinion of my own. I am half of one. My happiness, my tears, my joy, my fears are influenced by other people..and I let it be such.

Who am I? Me. Alone. What am I worth? Am I worth anything? At all?

You know how people are scared of commitment?

Well, I'm more terrified of being alone.