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I'm bottling things up again.

I'm withholding things from people, because I don't want to be mad at them, though I feel upset. Or I don't want to manipulate feelings when I don't now enough.

I feel more on the outside than I have in a while, and that scares me.

I don't feel like I'm being ignored more than usual, because I usually feel like it's not that hard to ignore me. And I envy those that don't seem to have that problem.

I've not done some things that need doing... I need to get on them. I'm scared on letting people down, yet I keep procrastinating.

I'm scared that I'll explode, probably with my family. That's what... usually happens.
And summer usually is the time when I reach at least one boiling point.