I'm getting more assured that moving out and away to somewhere new was a good move. A place where I can openly say that I'm cracking. I think it's safe to say that I don't really give a damn anymore. Why bother? It's only a little more till I give up completely anyway. I don't see an urgent need to speak to anyone anymore. I really can't stand the way people say they understand when actually, they don't and then they blow up at you for the very reason they said that they understood. It's exactly what's happening now. Seems to me that you never/ don't really understand me. But I guess I can't expect people to understand me when I don't really open myself up to anyone.
Once bitten, twice shy.
This is probably the phrase that best describes why I feel insecure or why I only have a select few that I can have Heart-To-Heart-Talks (HTHT) with and the rest of the world may not really know me.
"Behind these hazel eyes"
- Kelly Clarkson, Behind These Hazel Eyes
Are my eyes really the window to my soul? Do you really see what's behind my eyes?
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