How come when we hope for something, we think that it’ll never happen. But if we’re avoiding something, we always think it’s going to happen?
Fight or Flight?
Flight.
I’m afraid to get hurt; afraid to be just like anyone else. That’s why i never dwell to much into emotions. I never show that much affection.
It may seem like I’m non-chalant, but I just bottle it all up.
I never see the point in fighting. But I guess I need to learn to just so I could say what I really want to say.

