No one else to turn to, and nowhere else to go.
When did this desperate yearning for privacy begin? When did I want my thoughts to be nothing but my own again?
Today I am shattered all over again the same way I was when I was seventeen and understood for the first time what it meant to be lonely in a roomful of people. Escaping what is meant for me is an exercise in futility I should have been through enough to know better than to challenge.
I am built for this struggle, and so my life will never stop being a struggle; I understand this now.
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