Random little vent chapter, I seriously need a therapist.
Everyone always says that I'm bottling my emotions up. But that's really not how it feels.
Like I've been in circumstances where people will be like "I don't even know the first thing about you?" And I feel like that drives me insane.
I'm not bottling it up. It just exists inside me.
If anything I'm like a really long lit fuse. Everyday I'm burning, and some days it's weaker than others, but one day I'm going to explode and somebody will get hurt.
So I don't do anything to make it burn faster. I listen to music too loud and shut people out because it's constantly easier than telling them what I'm actually feeling.
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