After I confessed my deepest truth to the participants of the workshop and to my significant other, somehow I felt this weird feeling that I had changed but at the same time I hadn't. I mean, my confession didn't really change anything. I'm still me. Yet, knowing the fact that it wasn't only me who knew the truth but also some others made me feel weirded out.
I didn't know what to do about it.
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Feelings: Unbottled
Short Story"Feelings: Unbottled" meaning is pretty self-explanatory: it is meant to be a place to pour all my feelings and emotions instead of bottling it up. I am aware it is hard to express my feelings because I am so used to keeping it to myself. But I gues...
