I try to explain to others whats going on but they don’t understand. Not only can they not relate to whats going on and how I feel, they leave. Imagine having the gut to tell someone your story, the pain and emotions that come with it. They pretend to understand. Maybe they do. But then they leave. Then you have to do it all over again.
That’s why this blog is my little piece of the internet. A place where I feel is safe to talk about whats on my mind and spill my guts. But its still hard, because in the back of my mind I feel people silently judging.
I’m in so much pain right now and feel so empty, I want to talk freely. But the last time I did it backfired and I bottled up all the emotions again.
Usually I don’t give a fuck what people think but this time, this story is different.
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