I keep trying to be “right,” “easy,” “better,” but every time I end up feeling like I’m not enough. Like no one hears me or understands me.
And then I realize that the person who used to be the closest stops replying to me.
My messages stay ignored.
And at some point I get so exhausted that I stop feeling anything at all, become numb, numbed by the pain… “All I want to do is be more like them and be less like” myself. I’m in pain… I’m sick of it all… My love is an illness — that’s what the person I loved most once told me, and mb that’s the truth…