I grew up as a timid person. I think it rooted from the fact that I came from a family who doesn’t express themselves. I grew up not expressing myself. we don’t say I love you or I miss you inside our house. It’s not a normal thing for us to do. That’s why I am very eager to meet someone whom I could express myself. I could barely sleep every night. I’m always excited to go out. I have friends. I had friends. However, when I went outside my soul is immediately filled with melancholy. there is a lonely feeling in the space that caught me off guard. I found out that the people I treated as friends were only a product of my imagination. They’re not real. No one’s real.
Now, I’m living more cautiously. I don’t trust anyone. I don’t want to trust anyone.