Wanting too much and loving too much

I often find myself in situations wanting too much. And maybe expecting, loving and resenting too much, as well. And then I wonder if it would be easier to instead take a step back and say whatever.  Whatever is rarely an adequate expression for anything in my life, though. I more regularly feel as if I carry my heart in my hand, completely exposed to anyone's opinion. The issue is that society seems to form us into protecting our hearts and vulnerabilities in a way that sometimes makes us unauthentic. We act cool, relaxed or indifferent, while the inner wish of wanting too much, expecting too much and loving too much is still there and leaves an uncomfortable emptiness of unfulfillment. Because when we admit the vulnerability, we see fewer limitations, more possibilities and increased freedom. And the only thing that might stop us is the fact that after any vulnerable occasion, there will be a time of hangover, embarrassment and loss. And I figure that putting up with that is a better option than wanting reasonably much, expecting moderately, loving sensibly and resenting none. I am not fully sure, though.