I honesty realized that not many people care to read the shit I so desperately type and post to wattpad.
This journal, rant type thing wasn't made for that purpose if you want the truth. It was made for me. That's not very selfless, but you'd be surprised how many fucks I'm not actually willing to give.
I've always been the kinda person that just held things in. Not because I want to look strong or anything... It's solely because my emotions refuse to show themselves.
I would give anything to be a cry baby. Seriously. Anything.
The feeling I get from having all this pent up anger & sadness is enough to drive me absolutely fucking insane.
I guess you could call it anxiety. I'm not exactly sure if you're know for getting that if you hold emotions in, but I'm just gonna go with that.
Sometimes this anxiety(?) gets so bad, I feel the need to scratch at my chest, where I feel it the most, until my skin rips open, freeing all the horrible, horrible feelings. Like, god, it's just so fucking heart shattering.
