Followed by doubts

Sometimes it seems that all I know is the doubt, worry and lack of surety.
If I want something really badly then I never ask seriously.
If it's a random idea I'll go right ahead and boldly ask for it.
If I think that my Mom will say no, then I won't ask her. I hardly ask her anything anyways.
Bring up these ideas and share them with the world. Why does this seem like a more secure diary?
So anyways... I need to throw away this.
This whole mind set. Hiding like a stray dog that has been beaten. No one has touched me. They never did anything. It's just self guilt.
Sharp contrasts between my two blogs.