They were real. Each and every one of them. The feelings of happiness, of love, of anger, of sadness. They were important and mattered equally. Sometimes, she's not able to express how she feels because she can't find the right words to do so. Sometimes, they confuse her and they mess with her head alot. But these feelings made her human. Expressing them didn't mean she was weak and feeble. No, it meant she's a real person. Feelings were made to be felt. She'd come to accept them eventually and not basing how she should feel based on the opinions of others.
