Even after growing a lot, I’m still learning how to compose my feelings, for there’s still a sensitive spot in me that I don’t want to bump into
But maybe this is the gist that has been lashed in me—I care beyond a normal limit no matter how I chant “never again.”
I think I stared way too much on the fierce changes that happened in me, that an old slapping response to small things peeked again.
Overreacting to the slightest shift of something spoken and shown by people is one thing I required to overcome. I just hate the style that is trying to impress my weakest point whenever I got affected—from the way people change their tone to me, the way their eyes shine double meanings, and down to the way I feel like someone finds me boring.
All I wanted was to refrain myself from having this intense sensitivity. Because one wrong move, it ruins all the Lego pieces I built to shield my good mood.
Having this big heart later on made me realize that this is either a good or bad trait I have. Every energy goes straight inside me, and maybe I am fortunate enough to have a sense of exploding meteors—I feel extensively because I can never invalidate myself.