Here we go again.
Cue the tears. And the reminder of people who don’t care (but thank God for the people that do). Throw in always having to go out of my way to avoid the pain, to maintain my sanity.
That intense want to talk to someone. But at the same time the intense need to fix it on my own. To be less dependent.
No, you don’t know what’s going on with me. And you probably never will.
How much longer is this going to last?