I remember, when I was younger, I tripped over a sticky tape dispenser, but didn't tell anyone in fear that my parents would scold me for being clumsy.
I did that a lot actually, getting hurt but not telling people, and I still do it to this day. Whether I'm physically hurt or emotionally hurt, I have the tendency to keep it to myself, even knowing it's better to tell someone. The fear of judgement, fear of getting even more hurt, it all seems to consume me. That fear of being alone after someone finds out the reason of my hurt. I don't want it. I'd much rather keep to myself.
But I know, I need to tell someone. I need to speak out. And yet, I'm still not doing so.
I did that a lot actually, getting hurt but not telling people, and I still do it to this day. Whether I'm physically hurt or emotionally hurt, I have the tendency to keep it to myself, even knowing it's better to tell someone. The fear of judgement, fear of getting even more hurt, it all seems to consume me. That fear of being alone after someone finds out the reason of my hurt. I don't want it. I'd much rather keep to myself.
But I know, I need to tell someone. I need to speak out. And yet, I'm still not doing so.
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