There's so much emotions in my chest right now. Even after 18 years of human interactions, there are still complexities too abstract to comprehend, shadows we don't see in the dark. Somehow, not seeing something doesn't amount to its absence.

I feel so inadequate, so exposed on so many levels. With each passing day I become more wary of my surroundings and affected by the seemingly insignificant things. I wish a day when I could be truly comfortable in my own skin; to be confident enough to let my voice be heard; to let my opinions count.
It's a gift to be as such in a sea of facades; an expanse of subdued emotions. I hate having to break down into tears, to be so easily crushed and crumbled, to feel every fibre of your being judged by weighted societal scales, as if they mattered at all.