If someone were to ask me what I hate the most about myself, I would be able to answer immediately. I hate that I'm so shy, so quiet, and so reserved. It kills me. I wish it were as easy as some people think it is when they say "just speak up more"--as if I can help it. If I could change it, I would. In a heartbeat.
Not that being reserved is always a bad thing, but when you can't speak up, even when you want to, you begin to feel trapped in your own body.
I haven't always been this quiet...but that's a long story.
Now, if someone asked me what it is that I love the most about myself, I'd have trouble answering. I'm really not sure.
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If I could have just one wish granted right now, I'd ask for a hug. A long, warm, solid hug. I've had the worst day today, and it has sort of torn up a bit of this barrier that I had between me and my past. All this pain and these feelings that I've suppressed came rushing back at me, and I don't want to feel them. I've spent enough time crying and grieving and I don't want to feel any of it again.
Praying to God tomorrow will be better...
Not that being reserved is always a bad thing, but when you can't speak up, even when you want to, you begin to feel trapped in your own body.
I haven't always been this quiet...but that's a long story.
Now, if someone asked me what it is that I love the most about myself, I'd have trouble answering. I'm really not sure.
....
If I could have just one wish granted right now, I'd ask for a hug. A long, warm, solid hug. I've had the worst day today, and it has sort of torn up a bit of this barrier that I had between me and my past. All this pain and these feelings that I've suppressed came rushing back at me, and I don't want to feel them. I've spent enough time crying and grieving and I don't want to feel any of it again.
Praying to God tomorrow will be better...