This is the Story of a Girl

Behind every strong exterior is something being protected. I tend to think I need to be closed off in order to feel safe, to not experience vulnerability at any point. Lately, I've begun to ponder where this trouble began. You'd think majoring in Psychology I would magically be better at this concept. However I'm not.

I thought... and I thought of past hurts, past breaks, and past everything. Is this what creates me currently?

Or is it reactions to those problems, and if so, how did I decide to react?

OR is it all a subconscious condition response to situations that block certain feelings because of past problems?

If this makes sense to you.. congratulations.

They say our past doesn't define us, but our choices do. Isn't our past made up of choices? Do people only really focus on certain choices and choose to define because of that. Do they know the whole story? Do we ourselves know the whole story? Or are our emotions higher due to the setbacks? Do things morph and change through time in our brains? Do they expand, shrink, engage, or hurt?

What creates that need to be so hardened that nothing can come near to even perchance hurt us slightly?

Behind every strong, happy person, there's a whole lot, that a whole lot of you can't even begin to imagine.

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