My Life Is an Island

I’ve come to the realization my life is an island. I go through life doing my thing alone. I don’t rely on anyone and the thought of having to freaks me out. As with an island, my “mass” is below the surface. People mistake this for being a quiet, shy pushover. My isolation stems from having a problem with letting people in. Not because I have trust issues with people, but because I have trust issues with myself. I am afraid of not being able to be there enough for them. I don’t trust myself to be a good friend. So I pull away and distance myself when I start feeling like I could let this person down. This in turn lets this person down. I end up doing what I’m afraid I’ll do. Hopefully I can overcome this and become landlocked again.