I dont always know why I am the way I am.

I don’t always know why I am the way I am. Maybe it comes from my parents, maybe from the environment I grew up in—or maybe both. There’s never just one answer. Whatever the cause, it has shaped me into who I am now.

Who am I, exactly? I am someone who feels deeply—so deeply that it gets messy. I love with a kind of intensity that can look chaotic, and sometimes it scares people. Maybe it should. Maybe my depth is something unfamiliar, even overwhelming.

But all I ask is this: don’t turn away in fear. Just listen. That’s all I want—to be heard, to be understood, even if only for a moment.