I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down and touch me or hug me or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry
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& I felt/feel like that all the time about the being touched thing. That's why it's so strange that I can actually kind of tolerate being held by Danny..
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