I wish i wasnt so use to keeping everything inside me.
Im to use to keeping things bottled up that i have forgotten how to talk to people about things.
I try, i really do. I try to unload things but all that ever comes out are the stupid things.
I could talk about guys and my issues with them for days.
I could talk about how much i hate certain people and so one.
That stuff is easy, its light, slightly fluffy. There is no realy depth in it.
I would love to tell people certain things but i cant.
Im scared of what they will think, im scared they will think of me different.
I try to ignore everything so it doesnt seem real.
Not going to lie, it works. Half of my dramas seen like insane imagination.
It feels surreal but maybe its a hint of denial.
Then again, i know people can have it way worst then me.
So who am i to complain.