March 2012
Fragile.
I hate being so sensitive. I may not show it, but inside, the littlest things kills me. I try hard not to show it because I hate feeling as I’m weak around people. The littlest things you do to, can hurt me. Not physically but mentally.
There's always someone you'd rather talk to than me, isn't there?
When I have kids
I’m going to let them have friends. I will let them go out with them. I’m going to know all their friends, but not forbid them to see them. I’m going to let them have relationships. All the things they do will be their responsibility. I’m just here to guide them and not control their lives like my parents are.
I like deep conversations.
The ones where you can just sit down with one of your close friends and completely spill out your thoughts/feelings. Like how you’re doing, what may be currently bothering you, what’s stressing you out, etc. And the best part, getting feedback or advice from that person you’re talking to that might actually understand what you’re going through. It makes me feel less alone, and happier that I don’t have to keep bottling up all of my emotions.
