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a potpourri of sense and feminine lunacy

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trying

It's hard for me to be vulnerable as a person.

Over the years, i am very selective in sharing pain; i don't tell you not because of the lack of trust, but i have to be cautious of how my pain can impact you. Soon i become confused, i can't differentiate between the can-tell's and the cannot-tell's. While i don't just bolt, i slide chains over my life.

My heart has a chain-lock door, the kind you can only release from the inside.

M # Friday, December 19, 2008.