01/26/2026
Things nobody knows about me:
Being yelled at makes me shut down.
My mind goes quiet, my walls go up, and I stop knowing how to explain myself.
Music is my therapy. It understands me when words fail, it holds me together on the days I’m falling apart.
When I love, I love hard without limits, without half-effort, without a backup plan.
When life gets tough, I distance myself from everyone, not because I don’t care, but because I don’t want to be a burden.
I put other people’s feelings before my own, even when it costs me peace.
I give too many chances, hoping people will change, hoping they’ll see my heart the way I see theirs.
I’m an overthinker. I replay conversations, analyze tones, and read between lines that may not even exist.
I take every word and every action to heart, especially the ones that cut deep.
And even though I try to hold on to the good, I remember the negative things said to me far more clearly than the positive ones.
I’m stronger than I look, softer than I admit, and carrying more than most people will ever realize.
