It's just sad, realizing I don't feel comfortable telling anyone certain stuff. Like the fact no one except my bf knows what happened with us in Paris. Isn't that sad. Normally people have someone they would call straight away and tell, yet I haven't told a soul, not even my mum. She swears I can still talk to her about stuff, but I just don't feel I can. I feel so isolated from everyone and it's now I'm realizing how import it is to have someone just to talk to. Someone who'll be there no matter what, who won't judge or give their opinion. Just someone to listen, someone I can tell whatever's on my mind, spill my heart out but I don't. I'm by myself and that's a horrible situation to be in.
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