It's funny to think how the fact that I'm a landmine was simply a matter of time, a ticking time bomb.
As a child I almost always suppressed emotions because of my mother: don't laugh too loudly because it looks weird, don't talk if no one asked you and much less talk about yourself, don't cry if you don't have a true reason to do so.
Of course I was a child like any other with strong emotions, but because I was constantly told that it shouldn't be like that, to the point of completely suppressing it was how I was molded into what I was.
I say how it "was" because it is not the same anymore, now I cry, there are times when I have not been able to control my crying, when I have not been able to suppress it anymore, if I'm not around my mother, I'm likely to laugh loudly, to the point where it can probably be annoying, I like to ramble about things I like and sometimes blurt out very personal things out of nowhere.
Of course, this is not with just anyone, but with VERY specific people. With others, I remain reserved and bitter.
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Like- I'm in the middle of spamming notes and I don't know if you feel comfortable if I like those posts too. TT
I don't want to do anything now, I don't want to do anything tomorrow, I just don't want to do anything, I can't do anything
Sometimes I'm so stupid that I think:
"Hmm, maybe if I really am myself, I can start getting people to like me."
And then I remember how cynical and boring I am and that my head should explode just for thinking something so silly.
So you're staying uh...
You are really trying, but for how long?
Are you going to beg for me? Do you really love me? How much are you going to do to have me?
Next time I wear cute clothes I think it would be pretty funny to take a picture of myself kneeling in front of my husband's poster just because haha funny.
how i look texting them
heart hurts ow ouch ouchie aw auch ouch ouch
btw, silly little anecdote from yesterday:
I usually always have the desire to climb trees because it's not something I've done, so when I went for a walk with my mom and brother, around that place is full of decently small trees that can be climbed, so I decided to try to climb one and I managed to do it, but-
I had no idea how to get down and the automatic image in my head was that when cats can't get down from trees either so i just started meowing until my brother helped me down by carrying me.
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