i was trying to better understand my fear of men, and then i realized it’s like
when you touch a stove your brain remembers it’s hot and so you are afraid of touching stoves
but my brain messed up somewhere along the way, and im afraid of the whole damn kitchen.
“talk about it”? hahah, no no, I prefer to internalize all my problems so they eat away at me from the inside until I’m unable to function in any way
if you keep swallowing the anger back, it’s going to choke you
due to personal reasons i need a hug