Craving for some steak.
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I don’t usually express/expose/open up myself much to anybody. I guess it’s kinda a fail safe mechanism I’ve subconsciously cultivated through my life experiences. My own shell, if you must. There’s always the fear of being vulnerable - like an open book.
I never get too close to someone cuz I learnt it’s inevitable that someday it’ll just crash and burn. But sometimes, there’s the need for acceptance. So I open up, and hey, this isn’t so bad after all. This feels good. It feels like I’ve connected with people, and for some, on a much deeper level, especially if the other party reciprocates. I start becoming dependant without realizing it. There’s always the need for acceptance. It’s like a fucking drug. And when things don’t work out and starts crumbling, it’s too late. Who knew. Back to the shell.
On a lighter note, I’m perpetually hungry nowadays.
