i was trying to better understand my fear of men, and then i realized it’s like
when you touch a stove your brain remembers it’s hot and so you are afraid of touching stoves
but my brain messed up somewhere along the way, and im afraid of the whole damn kitchen.
*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy
IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO END THIS WAY.
no i will never actually talk about my feelings like a normal person, i have tried that and no it didn’t work out so i will just act like everything’s fine until i explode and make some vent post on the internet because i am incapable of taking up emotional real estate without feeling like a Burden