where i act like i’m okay.
when you don’t even follow your own.
I can never just spill out all my problems to someone, because i don’t have anyone to do so. Not a shoulder to cry on. Not a person who can support me and tell me “everything will be okay.” Not even my best friends or my parents. Nobody.
Just because i’m always too nice to people, it’s hard to stand up for myself.
where you just want to lay down, close your eyes and block out the world.
Because in the end, you’ll change your mind.
Being shy is what’s holding me back on being more open. I usually wait for someone else to talk to me or start a conversation rather than me starting it. But looking from another person’s perspective, i’d be unsure if i would talk to me too.
and experience the good memories again.