I knew it was going to be a bad day. A sudden, loud noise woke me out of a sound sleep and I sat up quickly, hitting my head on the underside of the table.
When I was young I used to have a problem communicating when I was upset. Someone would yell at me and I would get upset and my throat would tighten and no words would come out. Someone would accuse me of something and I couldn't tell them or anyone else they were wrong. No sound. Nothing. And no one ever understood.
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Hell when i was young I had the same problem and hated when i had to say what was bothering me i always kept things bottled up and would never ask for anything or help
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