I wish that it was easy for me to vocalize my emotions and that I didn't automatically function so mechanically. I sometimes envy those people who can really wear their hearts on their sleeves. I've taken such extra precaution so as not to/never again become that person again. I've meticulously convinced myself that being emotional is to show someone that you're a weak thing. And I'm not a weak person. I'm not a weak thing.
I know that I should. I can feel the words forming in my mouth, bubbling up from my throat. I can feel the urge in my stomach, I can feel it gnawing my brain.
I know that I should, but I can't ever bring myself to do it.
I've still got many miles to go.
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