i never really experienced what it feels like to be hugged or how good it is to pour out all your hatred and anguish to two very attentive ears. i let everything stacked up, piled up until my whole space just can’t contain all of them and eventually burst all over the place. my eyes would smarten up and the next thing i knew i was locked up inside the bathroom using bath time as an excuse to pour out all my tears and pain. i do it all on my own, never leaning on anyone and never giving someone a chance to peek in my thick, hard shell.
trust comes hard to a person who’d done something that made him aware about how distrusting humans could get. giving one an easy access to his weakened state is like destroying one’s kingdom. God bless those who could trust enough to be considered a good person.