rarent

When you don't feel like letting any part of your private life out of your own mind, there is a problem. Either you're not fluent enough to manage phrasing what you feel into coherent language, or you're just not interesting anymore. Or you just need to maintain this perpetually happy, un-human image of yourself all the time. I'm not weak. I can't be.

Is this really doing me any good? What do I want out of this? What is in this for me? I bet you must have asked yourself those questions a million times. Now I know how you feel.

I tell myself I'm happy by myself. And I can keep telling myself that. But the truth is, I can't breathe every time I see someone like you. And it's been a year. 

My thoughts are all over the place. I should pick up a book.