Opening up feels weird as fuck. I don’t feel better afterwards I thought I would but it didn’t change anything. I feel stupid for even saying anything. It’s not the first time it’s happened. I thought it was a phase. But I guess it’s not. I feel a lot better keeping all my shit inside and with me only. Although sometimes I catch myself zoning out randomly throughout the day thinking about everything that I’ve kept in. And it’s not like those things where you keep it in and it builds up. I don’t feel it building up. When I zone off and people ask me if I’m okay. And I say yes. I really am okay like I’m fine. I don’t need people. I’m the kinda person that JUST needs to talk every once in a while anymore. I’m fine by myself. Then when people try to open up to me about there life’s, I don’t mean to be ignorant or selfish like I honestly care about some of my friends lives. But I act like I don’t. I wanna tell them that they don’t need me. They don’t need to talk about it. As quickly as you think something dramatic happened to you like loosing a friend for a dumb reason or getting fucked over… That quickly you can get over it. I’ve had tough love all my life. I let people soften me up and post myself. But now. I’m just this kid with a “fuck it, I’m young” attitude jumping from one thing that makes me happy to the next. Constantly moving forward without thinking of what happened to the thing before this. From distraction to distraction. Why get attached to something you know is gonna end up gone. I meet people who bring a smile to my face every single day. But in the back of my head I’m always expecting them to be gone the next. I live my life expecting people to leave me eventually. And you know what??? I’m happy that way.