How is it that people talk about things? Like actual real things?
I don’t want to tell you how I feel. I don’t feel comfortable telling people how I really feel, ever. Like I can say that that was difficult, I can say I cried earlier & that I’m all frozen up inside now.
But what’s with people getting cross when you don’t unburden your whole heart? What’s with the expectation that you should? No, I don’t need to do that. Crumbs is all you’re getting. It’s none of your damn business! This belongs to me, it’s mine.
But what’s with people getting cross when you don’t unburden your whole heart? What’s with the expectation that you should? No, I don’t need to do that. Crumbs is all you’re getting. It’s none of your damn business! This belongs to me, it’s mine.