This is the start of something new. Something terrifying. You are opening up, whether anyone reads these doesn’t matter. You have tried writing your thoughts in millions of notebooks, but you are still left with an empty feeling. A feeling that even though you have written your thoughts down, they have gone no where but to continue to eat you alive.
It’s hard to let things go when all you have ever known is to internalize things until you no longer feel like you are living. To allow yourself to open up to the people around is impossible due to the fear that they will perceive you differently, treat you differently. You are still the same person regardless but saying it to yourself isn’t so easy. Realizing these things are even harder. Especially when people look at some of the smaller issues you voice as if they are…
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