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exposedskinA sudden urge was felt as I walked back to my place. I kept thinking about the things that kept happening to me and how I let it happen, no matter how unfair it was. I am not the kind of person who is good at saying what they are feeling. I cannot express myself properly to those who need to hear it. I grew up in an environment where opinions of a child do not matter, all you need to do is to sit, listen and agree.
I am getting sick of it, but courage does not come when I need it. I am too buried in my many fears that I forgot how to act. So instead of keeping it all inside me, which might make me lose it, I would rather write it down and show it to everyone else that might care.
I am getting sick of it, but courage does not come when I need it. I am too buried in my many fears that I forgot how to act. So instead of keeping it all inside me, which might make me lose it, I would rather write it down and show it to everyone else that might care.
