it is not a trust issue.

Never one to open up, I keep all things to myself - good and bad. Those who know me hopefully know that is how I am. Do not take it personally; it is not a trust issue. It is not that I do not trust you. It is not because the secret or thought is of sacred nature. Something as simple as, I had lunch at Olive Garden and then bought a badass pair of jeans for $60 is sometimes hard for me to share.

Your childhood shapes you. It does not determine the type of person you grow up to be, but it does lay the pieces down so that you can take a look at the possibilities of who you can be. Growing up, noone ever asked me how my day was. To say that noone cared would be presumptuous, so I will stick to the fact that the question was just never asked. Day after day events, big and small, would occur and never a second of those moments shared.

I will listen day and night, but it will take me those days and nights to share what others devulge so freely.


It is not healthy, I know. Slowly, I am working on trusting myself and painting the doors a more welcoming color.