Sometimes there aren't words.
It's not that there aren't words that describe it. It's more like there aren't words in my head.
I seem to have stopped feeling as much.
Waking up is the hardest. Sitting alone at lunch is right next to that. And weekends are next to that.
But other than those times, I seem to have figured out how to stop feeling.
I suppose I really should be trying to figure out how to make myself happy, rather than just not feeling at all. But this way is easier.
This way I can look at myself in the mirror without hating what I see.
Oh, who am I trying to kid?
I'm always going to hate what I see.
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