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Hey,
I feel like pressurised and stressed. Don't know why as I have things that makes me feel good. I think a lot about things rather than doing it actually. I made situation like I am talking with someone, build a conversation that will happen and be ready for that - exactly how to act in that particular situation. But when it comes I can't able do right things means not properly. Sometimes you also may feel that.
I'm kind of guy who doesn't involve much socially and feels better without contact with other people. Sometimes I feel it made me more weaker as I observed people who is more socially free is able to get more attention like they're loved more. I can't feel comfortable with other people to share my feelings or thought, but I want to. Also I don't because sharing my personal thought is not good (that's what I feel) telling people how I feel is not feels right to me. I think people like me also think like this..
Earlier I used to think that what I feel is different and unique but when you look on society or other people closely, you come know that they all feel the same. I think I just need one person whom I trust completely and feel free to tell him/her every thing. I think girls understand things well than a male friend, I experience this in many fields like in music I feel more connected with female singers. Girls really understand your feelings and care about, there are boys also like I care about other's feelings. "A person who had suffered or suffering from that situation will understand it better that a normal person."
Writing things made me feel good and more like free.
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