The pull between 2 opposite ends. The signs of a tear right where it hurts, where I thought was well mended. Honestly I’d like to think it was. That blank pain I’d felt when I saw it happening again. That was the point when I realised, I don’t freaking give a damn anymore. It’s hard for outsiders to understand this struggle. But faking smiles, numbing them feelings. It works. Because this is what I do. I’d like to hide my past memories well. Keep them safe from haunting me time and time again. What else can I do though, to protect the people I care so much about. From getting as scarred as I once was. Could now be… I have no clue anymore.
So in this space here I rant, to lessen the pain I cannot seem to share with my friends, sparing them a problem that has no straightforward solution. Just to hope with all my heart, with whatever hope that’s left in me, that this will be resolved soon…
