I can’t open up to people about things whatsoever unless I’m in certainty that they will understand. I had interests I trusted people to know, shows I liked, music I liked, but I can’t share anything anymore. Even in my own family. If I say that I like something people give me weird looks. My family asks why I’m not going to tell them with open arms certain things and then proceed to give me an "euuggghhh.. okay.." look when it isn’t something they’ve heard of. When I’m being creative for myself I don’t share because I’ll be forced to explain every crevice of the piece, and after that eternally judged. I’ve been attacked for my interests so many times by so many people when they’re just normal. My heart and interests and desires are things that take work to dig at, even with those I’m close to. Even if I loved a person with all of my heart and were ready to be as vulnerable as I could with them I don’t know if I could open up about things. I’m too sensitive.