Little things, how I tap finger against my thumb every time I walk out in public, how I assemble my things so it fit in a bag or trolley, how its look like when I change your expression because I am trying, very, to avoid biting my nail and all of the sudden I just damn don’t care with the rest of the things that happen on the earth for few sec, that had me hit anyone else’s foot by accident when I walk. So, I kind of realize, no I seriously did... I get misunderstood by people quite often. Often it leads to, I have to say something else to make both either me or the other person, feel better. It’s like; I am drown and suffocated with the things I should said. Its the guilt. Now I'm afraid to get understood slightly of the unprepared possibility spiral of what's going down later. And I am not good in telling the truth – whole truth, and I am not good in telling lie. I ended up, you know…. Always have to keep it to myself. So truth does hurt, so does stomachac...