Whose Feelings Are These?

I used to read Blue Period back when a friend of mine bought it, but then she moved away and I stopped despite really liking it. A few days ago, I started from the beginning and started saving some panels or pages I wanted to remember. It's scary to always think of others. It's also scary to focus on oneself. I find that thinking of people in general fills my mind up very rapidly, and it's like my brain gets out of memory and nothing makes sense anymore. I'm still not comfortable doing a lot of things, and I think with some I'll just be uncomfortable forever. There's a lot of stuff I still need to figure out, and it stings to think of how late I believe I am at doing so. There are a lot of things I'm constantly thinking about, for example, but lately sharing them has grown so scary I can't even think about it. I'm kind of forcing myself to blog right now, borrowing words and pictures from a story that's speaking to me. What do you see in these snippets? Do your feelings resonate too?…