I’m sorry

For withholding so much. I do talk a lot but I try to explain it’s more a nervous tick. When I really speak, I do think about it: so much so sometimes I never open my mouth . Edit edit , rewrite rewrite , curated by anxiety I don’t mean to be that way. It’s not perfect, of course not, nothing could be , especially you. Myself when I say, you. There are aspects of my past that made me so scared. They changed how I act , how I move , how I perceive others. It’s nobody’s fault by those who dunnit but sometimes. You are what you are. I’m paranoid. Specially around men. I’m , afraid. And it sucks.