Learning to Shut Up
Some things are better left unsaid. Sometimes the disclosure of the intimate tremors within a chilled chest hurt more than holding it inside. Afterall, it’s like you’re cracking through some emotional ribs. Those ribs are there for a purpose.
They’re there to protect your heart.
I think I’m too open a person. Too direct. Too emotionally vulnerable. Too …well…my mom always knew that I was the overly sensitive one in the family and would try to shield me from conflict or distress. She succeeded sometimes, but it made me that much softer under the shell now that I’ve grown up.
I have a hard time repressing or surpressing things. At most, I’ll make a joke of it. “By the way, did you get the memo? This is where I freak out” instead of saying…”that…yeah…I want what you want. And though it scares me. Losing out on this chance … scares me more”
I’m wondering when I stopped being such a private person. I used to be shy. I used to have lots of secrets. Then again, I used to feel so much more lonely before. I’m not sure what I feel now.
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