The day was going so well. It’s the end of the week, work hasn’t been too stressful, and tonight is supposed to be fun.
One tiny fucking thing had to ruin it.
I can’t believe I almost broke down here. I can’t even cry, when it feels like letting go and bawling my eyes out would be the only way to get it all out of my system. I can only sit here, my eyes swollen and tired, and force myself to work. I don’t know how other people deal with their problems, because I’m not the only one. I just seem to be the only one who hasn’t come to terms with it all.
Am I just a naturally weak person? How are others, who seem to have gone through the same thing, not be affected by it? Will this ever go away?
Before, I simply hated. Then, for years, I believed that I came to terms with it. Now, I simply question why.
Why is it so hard for me to get over this?
i wish you felt like you could talk to me about things.