Tears form in my eyes when I finally confront someone and tell them how I feel. - I guess it’s a trauma thing that relates to how I was raised. - I barely have anyone to tell this to because I’m a man, I’m over 18, I should learn to deal with it. And I really do, I’m defensive but take so much things personally I can help but linger on shit that happens. Everywhere I go I become some joke or the butt of it