Monday, February 2, 2015

I can feel a guilt trip when it's on me.  It's heavy and hot.  It burns my face, and makes my eyes leak.

It's a common misconception that I am insensitive... immune to sadness.  I am hardened... but I need gentleness in my life--perhaps more than others.

I weep.  I hurt.  My heart feels.  It fucking feels everything.  It feels every word you say, or don't say, notices every gesture or eye contact. 

She's so tired.  She's so fucking lonely.

The show I put on is too good, and I don't know how to change it.  I don't know how to let people see me.  What's worse?  A broken heart or a heart that can't open?

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