This is one of the things why I had hard time sharing my stories.
This is one of the other things why I can tell them but not you.
You tend to make fun of me and what I'm about to tell.
All I need is your attention, but you fail to provide one.
Isn't it bad when I had doubts whenever I want to share my pain and worries?
Isn't it bad when I can't tell you all of this directly, instead of writing it here?