Talking about my problems is not me. Writing them out isn’t me either. Keeping everything inside, repressing it and putting a smile on is me. I don’t think there’s one person in my life that knows exactly how I feel. Not even because I’m not an open book about my life but because I have so much mentally going on with myself that I don’t even acknowledge. I’m starting to realize it’s hurting me more then helping me to repress all my feelings. Lately I have a lot of problems and I really need to fix myself instead of depending on other things to make me feel good about myself, more specifically sex. Not sure what my next step is exactly but admitting is the first so I know I’m on the right road to recovery.