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.