I am a very suspicious person, I have no sense of security, I dare not trust anyone, I live cautiously, I have many ideas, I am afraid of separation, of being forgotten, of being alone but always alone.
Before meeting them, I never thought that I could have such a beautiful relationship and have such good people to accompany, care about and cherish. I'm grateful but I don't know how to interact with people, so I feel like I'm stupid.
I wanted to escape, even to escape.
Whether this would be cowardly, I don't know and I don't dare to know.
I don't know whether this kind of feeling is friendship, long-lost family affection, or a second type of feeling that I don't dare to think about.
Conception: