I have a theory about myself.
It's story time.
There's this friend I have that honestly knows me too well. One time they just knew something was wrong and I was stubborn to say how I felt or what was wrong.
Actually, this was more than once but anyways, they got frustrated and told me how they'll never judge me and asked why it was so hard for me to tell them how I felt.
I still remember to this day what I said because I love my metaphor I used and it's still true.
I have walls around myself and it takes time for me to let down those walls for someone; there's always a chance they'll make me regret it.
It is hard for me to tell someone how I feel.
Writing is a solution to this for me. Words have their way with me while sometimes I have a way with words.
The point of this is: Don't hold everything inside until you explode. This is a continuous struggle but I'm getting better.
This has been ramblings with Zayne.
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