Speaking out

At times when I get bottled up and have the chance to talk to someone, everything comes out. Not like angry or anything violent, but more like just getting things off my chest. Venting out. I just have to get things off my chest even though I have a feeling that I've had gotten it out of me, but it is still there. I like talking, I talk a lot. I bring up a lot of good memories, memories that just stays in me and would like to smile about it.

Today I had these vent sessions with friends, I know they have heard the same thing for about a bajillion times, but it just something I can't let go off. But really, I do treasure the times when I can sit and just talk to someone. Speak my mind, and have them listen to me. It really makes me happy, that they are taking the time to listen and actually having a conversation with me as well. I hate being alone, but at times I want to. I'm weird. When I miss something, my whole heart just stops and bask the time when I was with them. I enjoy the company.

Thanks Joanna and Kristine! :]