It was during my path towards writing when I started to let go of my old self.
I feel the pressure. I feel the pressure building inside from these feelings that I bottle up when I’m around you. I feel the pressure, as a female, to wait for you to make the first move.
I never used to understand why certain people were so secretive about their personal lives. Sometimes I still don’t.
They don’t worry about what people think. They don’t try to keep up appearances or try to please people. They don’t try to get everyone’s attention. They’re happy with a certain group of friends and they will not do things they are not really feeling to fit in – they know how to stand out regardless.