It is hard sometimes to have the emotional maturity of a fourteen year old. I find myself burying myself in on myself. All the fears and insecurities become a burden. It piles on; one fear on top of another. I can be funny all the time and when necessary, people laugh and inside I cry because I really want to be that happy.
A look can play games with my emotions. A feeling that I said and did the wrong thing. I start to talk and the words fall in on them self and I am left on the cliff edge trying to decide if I go forward and risk falling free or back-up and shut-up.
If I don't say anything I risk imploding. If I come here and let it out, I can somehow go on and feel somewhat 'normal'.
My wish this moment is to have thick skin.