Fuck this.

It's like I threw my emotions into a box, locked them up, and threw away the key.

There’s so much I want to say.

There’s so much I want to just get out there.

But I can’t because I’m too scared of what will happen. I’m too scared of retrograding back into that fragile girl I used to be - the one who cried because the guy she liked was playing Call of Duty instead of talking to her.

At the same time, I’m getting tired of being pissed off and just not doing anything about it. However, I don’t want to fight so I keep my mouth shut.

It’s difficult.