What’s the point of sharing my feelings with others? Why can’t I suffer in silence? Does this mean I am crazy or insane for wanting to keep my feelings to myself? Maybe I don’t want anyone else to suffer with me. Most people will try to think they understand me, but they will only make things worse for me and themselves. Sometimes it is good to be alone. When you are alone, you can think about anything you want without being judged. When I’m away from people I can be one with nature. When I’m around nature I can write about things that are bothering me and whisper them to the wildlife. The trees and flowers keep my secrets and ideas. They don’t steal them or tell them to other people. Maybe I am crazy to society, but to nature I am unique and special in many ways.