Random Rantings of an Optimistic Cynic

Sadly, I don’t have anyone I’m comfortable talking to, so all of this just stays on my mental. Ever since I was a little girl, writing was the only way I felt comfortable expressing myself. People, imperfect human beings, tended to use my weaknesses and hardships against me. And ever since then, it’s just been hard opening up to people. So now when I do and I get shut down, it just damages me even more. Honestly, I’m fighting back tears, trying not to break down. I just want ONE person, ONE, that I can talk to about anything. Can ask them anything. Can speak on anything and not be reprimanded for it.

In a perfect world.