The Lady, or the Tiger?
I’m always torn between wanting to tell my story to everyone and let them know exactly what is in my head or keeping it to myself. The problem is being outwardly unhappy and consistently so pushes people away, no matter if they say they’re always there to listen, there is only so much your friends can listen to. On the other hand, to pretend that everything is fine is to poison yourself from the inside out; it is to ignore who you are and lose yourself. So which is better? To have friends that think you are melodramatic, seeking attention, and pessimistic, or to drown in your own mind? Now is the winter of our discontent…
