What's worse,

new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should've healed years ago and never did?

Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.

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I dislike looking to talk. It makes me feel needy. A different kind of needy. I don't like needy, of any sort. I used to be. I may still be. But I don't want to be.

I want to know why it always encompasses us. Why we feel the need to share, why we feel the need to be heard, why we feel like we can't hold it in, other than for purely superficial reasons. And as for hiding behind superficial dresses, yes, that is how I am. How I've always been. But that doesn't make me wrong. The truth is, we never really know which is the dress we really want. We think we do, but we don't. Dresses do not necessarily make us happy. Sometimes all we want may be just... a pair of leggings. A scarf. Not a damn dress.

Dresses are highly overrated.