you tell me i can cry and express my feelings. the moment i do you tell me its not something to cry about, and decide to invalidate my feelings or tell me i'm soft and weak. that the things you went through don't compare to my struggle. the moment i share things will you you tell me i'm being overdramatic and its not important. you wonder why i don't like sharing my stuff with you. i've learned to bottle my feelings so i wont bother you with them.