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That I am really scared to ask questions. I sometimes fear I may hurt feelings or that I am bothering someone supplies to almost every single person I meet I keep most words I say inside because I feel others will take it the wrong way if not the person directing to. It's hard for me to understand things it's hard for me to say things what I say may come out wrong question even said anything at all . Many things bother me but I see nothing if Snanger you realize by now I am less social than I really originally was on here. Critiques are horrible especially given by me questions asked are sometimes though I do not want sun repetitive just like everyone else I quashing why people watch me I assume the worst of times I assume mainly for pointless reason and advertisement. I sometimes question artists in their style it intrigues me at times get Pintores me away I compare all to another one differently for their uniqueness one different for their ability. Some friends tell me be heartless don't carryall don't say a word if anything ignore those all don't even bother just stay silent room in the shadows be heartless. I think I may be coming to such things who knows supporting one another is something that hardly Sisson holidays asking questions are really refrain from if I ask a question I have a sudden beat in my chest but adrenaline rises up many thoughts occur situations arise before the words even come out. This may be a curse cordis maybe Scooty either be it's torture for me why am I telling all this because believer or not I even question writing this journal sharing my opinion insuring my thoughts sharing questions sharing any single piece about me has become more fragile than I thought overtime who knew Being yourself could be so hard at times. I wish guffawing can get to the intention of me knowing I mean no harm never did still never do even one hostile I regret what I say regret what I say nearly every day how do I hide this I do not know how do you see this I do not know I am telling you this now so you may know this is partially me in many ways why do I bother why do I now. I probably Registro without anyone even reading it . Many many old my God many people who this journal is directed towards will not even know of it's existence let alone my no one knows my intentions no one freaking possibly understands me let alone one or two maybe five of the thousands of people literally watch me okay maybe 10 maybe 10. Why do these feelings occur why do I feel this way why am I making this Watwick question all now so many questions asked before now I can't ask a single thing stupid little me stupid little me stupid for even being me.