#silentconfessions

[iamshelloi]

Whenever things feel heavy, I find myself opening Tumblr. I’ve been here for more than a decade, and yet it’s still the place I return to whenever I have thoughts I can’t share with anyone else.

Nothing much—just sharing, hoping that maybe it lightens the weight inside.

[jennbaby636]

Things I can’t say

I can’t say when I’m mad at someone I care about. I’m always afraid that if I’m anything other than agreeing I’ll be left behind. I feel like a trinket. People pick me up and look at me and all my many features. But they get bored and move on, so I’m tossed aside. When I say “I just want you here” it means that I can’t vocalize what’s wrong and I just need company. I’m afraid of most things. Mostly being alone. Allowing my temper to get the better of me. And not being able to show how I care. I’m not a physical person. I don’t need physical things or objects to show me you care. I just need time and attention. Which is harder to come across in this day and age. I want to be seen and heard. But at the moment I guess I’ll have to deal with being seen.