ArmoredPrincess
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- Aug 7, 2012
- Posts
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I've always been the self-sufficient type.
I take care of myself, help others when I can and try to avoid accepting help in return. I try to own my own issues, deal with stuff on my own. I keep my private life private. I guess I have a lot of walls. I'm friendly, but I try not to depend on anyone.
Keeping secrets is tiring. Having no one to talk to about intensely personal things becomes lonely. And so, in the middle of the night on a Monday, it starts to feel like a good idea to make an account on the sex site I've been visiting and post personal stuff that's not interesting to anyone but me, for strangers to glance at and read past.
Stuff like, I really wish I didn't have to be in charge all the time. Like, I wish I could trust someone else enough that I'd feel safe dropping my guard, doing what I felt like doing instead of what the voice of reason and self-protection dictated. Like, when you act like you don't need anyone, your bed can become a very lonely place.
So, there's my confession. I know it doesn't mean anything to you, but it makes me feel better to have it out there. And who knows? Maybe one of you understands.
I take care of myself, help others when I can and try to avoid accepting help in return. I try to own my own issues, deal with stuff on my own. I keep my private life private. I guess I have a lot of walls. I'm friendly, but I try not to depend on anyone.
Keeping secrets is tiring. Having no one to talk to about intensely personal things becomes lonely. And so, in the middle of the night on a Monday, it starts to feel like a good idea to make an account on the sex site I've been visiting and post personal stuff that's not interesting to anyone but me, for strangers to glance at and read past.
Stuff like, I really wish I didn't have to be in charge all the time. Like, I wish I could trust someone else enough that I'd feel safe dropping my guard, doing what I felt like doing instead of what the voice of reason and self-protection dictated. Like, when you act like you don't need anyone, your bed can become a very lonely place.
So, there's my confession. I know it doesn't mean anything to you, but it makes me feel better to have it out there. And who knows? Maybe one of you understands.