Today I did something I regretted.
Sometimes I'm afraid that no one will ever understand even just the left-of-center version of myself that I present to the world. But I'm more afraid that the other side of me will never be understood -- the girl who lives in her head like a hermit and craves shadows and hiding places. Sometimes even I don't even understand her. Why is she so afraid to feel things?
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