Maybe it's intuition

I'm so prone to pain, mischief, loneliness, and just plain negativity. They follow me around, haunt me in the early mornings, leave, and return before that last blink late at night. If I were to try to run away, there would always be that slightest bit of guilt. And so I stay, pretending to feel content, as silly as it seems. It's like I can't continue being 'happy' without them being a part of me, of who I am. Flaws that were once never accepted, are now an identity.