#@mr

When Aron does the thing

I don't need someone to give me advice on something neither of us can control. I don't need apologies. I just need you to listen. I need to rant. I need someone to listen to the shit that gets thrown at me everyday. I constantly listen to others rant and shit, but I never really do it myself. If I were to rant, I don't think I'd ever stop. Regardless of how much you think I rant, believe me I don't. But, whenever I do: I tend to let EVERY LITTLE THING out. I don't mean to, but I'm, I'm like a unstable bomb. You never know when I'll explode, you always have to be careful with me. I'm a lot to handle. On the outside, I seem like someone who is strong and knows what they want. But on the inside, I'm a scared little girl who's so lost, she doesn't even know what she truly feels. Maybe I bottle up my emotions too much, but I don't know what else to do. I'm such a fucking mess. All of these feelings and thoughts get shoved into this bottle that pretty much just makes an explosive combination. I don't know how I don't cry on a daily basis, but I'm always in pain. I'm always hurting. I'm a work in progress. I just need someone to keep me stable and that will stay even when I'm about to explode. To the two people on this site who know me in real life, I love you two so fucking much. You have no idea how much you fucking mean to me. I'm sorry this is so long, but thank you for being there.

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Mr Gwyn, A. Baricco