Zodiac Signs and their inner confessions they are afraid to admit in real


We all have inner conversations and dialogues that never come to our lips no matter what, and we prefer keeping them within us. Whether it is the annoying friend spilling all details about their new lover to us, which we want to avoid, or it is the fact that we have severe trust issues despite appearing to be an absolute social butterfly. Astrology has a way of giving a little insight into each sign’s inner confessions. Want to find out what your friend might want to confess? Read on!


I’m very extroverted and energetic; I show myself boldly, yet I’m far more timid and afraid to be alone within. Even though I know I ought; it’s difficult to somehow get my anxieties out in the air and speak them out.


I’m scared I’ll never be able to confide in someone again totally. Nearly every close friend I’ve always had would let me down in a particular manner, either by lying to me, pushing me away while they’re with others, using me, talking behind my back, or stealing from me.


I know I shouldn’t be envious of the people I care about, yet I become jealous when someone speaks to my closest friend. Additionally, even when I know it’s not true, I always feel morally superior to some individuals.


I have way too many feelings all of the time. Minor things affect me, and I often experience feelings vicariously. A lot of the time, I wish I may switch off my emotions and exist without constantly worrying or thinking about something all of the time. I see myself trying very hard to get others to open up. I eventually push them away, even though all I want to do is make others feel better.


I enjoy putting on a show, and when it’s my moment to shine, I let free and go wild, but if it is not my turn, I become hesitant. I am a proper leader who enjoys appreciation, but I am not the type of guy who pops out in a crowd unless necessary.


I believe I am pretty dull. I’m always so sad and brutal, and while I try to have excitement, my need for planning and organization saps the enjoyment out of everything. I’ve gone beyond the tipping point in my analysis. I’m at a crossroads in my living, struggling to figure out what I want to do with my life, even though everything I’m excellent at is so uninteresting.


I can provide advice and aid others, settle disagreements, regulate feelings and emotions, and so on, but I have no idea what to do when it refers to myself. I don’t say anything even if I’m unhappy since I cherish my connection with someone more than my feelings.


My feelings can get the best of me at times. Either I’m in a positive mood, or I’m in a terrible mood. I’m rarely just fine. I always feel as If I have a lot of love to give, but I can’t even find somebody prepared to take on all of my emotions. There’s so much I want to express and also do, but I’m always afraid of having my ideas and sentiments disregarded. It’s a blessing to sense things, yet there are times when I wish I could be blank. I am not easily angered, but when I am, it is strong, and it appears as though I am creating a big issue from nowhere.


It isn’t that I can’t commit; it’s that I would not want to devote to somebody who won’t run off across the sunset with me. It isn’t like we won’t get back just in time to see the dawn. Yes, we’ll be exhausted, but that’s acceptable if I have someone 100% committed to my goal.


I frighten many people, and they believe I’m harsh before they get to meet me. I’m lovely to the core. If you don’t get on my negative side, you’ll continue to get my sweet side from me.


I always intend to respond, but I’m always thinking to myself, “I’ll text them after I complete this,” and then I get sidetracked and forget. It’s not personal, but it tends to happen with various things other than texting because I am forgetful even though I don’t accept it.


When a buddy is having a difficult time, I constantly think that it is my responsibility and could have performed more than my connection provides. I typically take it out on myself, which results in regrettable choices, but none more so than the quiet among my friends and myself. They can’t deal with my fantasies, and I can’t deal with their realities.

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March 2023