i break down when im yelled at too, im loving wimpy
Same here, and I break down other, unexpected times.
The following things have traumatized me for life in some way:
A hot metal rod of a sparkler. I put out the sparkler. It was poorly made, because five minutes later, the metal was still very, very hot and burned my hand. I was like five. I have had a nasty fear of fire ever since.
The Wizard of Oz. I was three. I can legitimately claim that angry trees caused a permanent anxiety disorder triggered by non-documentary movies and TV shows ever since this incident.
Being shoved and locked out of a classroom in 7th grade. And laughed at. By the whole class. Which included my two best friends. And even when I broke down, not one of those starfishs cared enough to open the goddamn door. I don't trust a single person from that class to this day.
Losing my best friends. First Logan, then David, then Nick, then James, then Matt and Ben, then Chase, then Casey, then Sarah and Zach, and then Beth. All my best friends abandoned me eventually and it suuuuuuucked. I now fear people.