Maybe god gives us days like today to give us what we so desperately prayed for. Maybe it's my way out with as little pain as possible.
"You only talk to tall, skinny people who do crossfit"
Words I will never forget.
They'll always be there. Every time I see the mouth they came out of. They dug even deeper than "it's going to be hard, but it's the right thing to do".
And I'll just remember I'm happier in this state of mind than I ever was in that one.
No one understands it. And no one accepts it.
People see what they want to see.
Inside of my head, I've never been better. But we don't seek for the good in others. We overlook it and find the faults.
And that's okay, because we're human.
We cry, and we feel sorry for ourselves, and we miss, and we cleave to old times&and old memories.
Why doesn't anyone ask about my day. Or how I am. Or call me up to watch a movie and sit closely. Just talk, or wonder about me?
There's never a person who allows me to talk about my fears and troubles, my tears and terrors. Because I'm busy listening to them.
But no one sees it.
No one knows.
...Sticks and stones may break my bones, and words will ALWAYS hurt me, much more deeply.
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