Hiding Behind My Private Rock

My friends would probably not believe this but there is so much I keep inside. Oh, I let it out eventually but mostly through writing and then those are the things I never let anyone read. It's cathartic in it's own way, I suppose, but, honestly, I wish I could just tell someone what it is I'm feeling inside. Fear stops me. I know that is what it is because I do fear that what's inside will be met with judgment and advice and that's really not what I need. I just need ears - a good listen and, maybe, some slight reassurance and a touch of validation.

I've said enough. Even writing this much has left me feeling vulnerable and naked.