Chickenshit

The truth is I'm a chickenshit.

I am coward enough to face the things I dread facing. Like reminiscing the old days with the gone ones. Like being told off with what I've done wrong. Like listening to remarks people make about me. Like watching a sad ending movie. Like reading about the life in the hereafter.

I just hate being vulnerable and letting myself being overwhelmed with vulnerability.

In short, I am a cowardice. I don't have enough guts to hurt my own self.