Strangth
Im strong. I don't cry often, and when I do it's silent. I bottle up my negative emotions until I snap.
Breakdowns happen once everything is bottled up and I have a horrible day. Even when things start to look up, I just end up breaking down.
I haven't had that many, only five-is and they started in the past year.
Things can be going fine, then iffy, then one small, not that bad of a comment brakes me and I cry. Something like 'is that a snake' when looking over my shoulder to see my bearly started dawdling, or 'it doesn't matter' when me and a few others are saying that when doing a run though all lines are important and you should say them even if you know them, to me spastically just when I was trying to help.
It doesn't cause a breakdown, but it makes me chip apart and cry.
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