It's so torturous to have to deal with so many problems and maybe end up with no one to say it to. I mean, who can we tell 100% of our problems to? Even if we don't, it's not necessarily our fault. I think?
Someone once told me, "If you were to ask around, I think you'd be the one with most of my secrets."
Yeah, most. Not all. But most. Why?
I guess we tell people the things that we are comfortable in telling them. For example, you smoke (just saying) and you know of friends who are okay with you smoking and friends who are strongly against you smoking. It's only normal for you to want to tell friends who are okay and supportive rather than face the wrath of your other friends right?
No one, no one, will ever have the full access to whatever is going on in your heart and mind.
And that's the saddest part about being human.
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