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Everyone has that one specific quality and weak part of yours that you feel your beloved ones know and mine was unfortunately affecting over tiny little things and fear of losing people but little did i knew nobody knew about this even after mentioning about the same my beloved ones were not aware about it, this shows how attentive they are while i share anything with them.
Being a middle aged kid sucks, I mean really though we are 4 siblings and I am the one who isn't happy with anything happening at home.
If there are several things in your head and you have problems with all of them still you don't share it with anyone because you have a fear that if they will understand me or not, this is what is happening with me. The worst part is according to them 95% of times whatever i say or put my opinion on any topic I AM WRONG. And at the end of the day i am the one getting affected you know why just because i gave my opinion and they don't even intend to understand that and that is why now i have decided to not say any opinions of mine in front of them and just keep it to myself, i don't know how will it help but just giving it a try. I will just nod my head and smile.
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