October 15, 2007
Heart on sleeve
I love Romania. She's made me feel so much better.
I hate it when I get sad like this. It's kind of like that restless feeling I get. There's this great pressure on my chest and nothing can relieve it. I spend so much time hiding how I feel from the world unless I'm happy, that when the sadness or anger catches up, I brood. But I don't want to brood. I want to stand outside and shout that this is how I feel, does anybody notice or care?
Sometimes I wish I wore my heart on my sleeve, that I wasn't afraid. But I keep my heart guarded and I have no reason to. It's never been broken or crushed, stomped upon and returned. I should be a free spirit. But instead I'm caged. Why? What's holding me back?
scullerymaid at 11:33 p.m.