I hope I'm making sense

Staying optimistic and pessimistic at the same time.

So volatile, so unsure, so unfathomable.

I'm keeping my hopes up yet constantly reminding myself to be careful.

Scared of being burt, scared that I'll be disappointed.

It's kinda weird. Trying not to think of something that makes you happy because you are afraid that in the end, the reason why you are sad is because you are too happy before.

Now I realise, when I cannot express myself clearly enough, I find it impossible for to confide in anybody. Whyyyy.

You ought to know, I ought to tell. But somehow none of the words seems right.