I showed something that I do not show often, my emotions. I hate that, I hate that I was so weak that I could not hold it in. She asked and I caved. Why, I don't know why. I felt better but I hated letting lose, hated making someone hear my shit. I write all this shit about how no one wants to listen, no one is there to hear me. I've never had someone there to listen, so I've learned to bottle it up. Become someone that shows little emotion, and feels really nothing. It's kinda sad how I've come to this. Being the only child has its ups and downs. No brothers or sisters makes it hard to talk to someone about the shit that parents just won't understand. On the flip side, no brothers and sisters means I have more time to spend with the parents.
I've come to a conclusion that I'd never be able to share something unless it takes hold of me. I wanted to drop it, but she was asked, and asked, and finally broke, and hated every minute of it. Why I hated it because I didn't want her to know what makes me hate myself sometimes. But I'm glad she asked, even though I hated telling her.
