Originally I was working on a post talking about being happy and carefree ..but I couldn't finish it.
Things happened and my words would have been hollow, a lie.
I try to preach happiness and self-acceptance yet I can't even take my own advice. Whenever I am happy, I fall back into the ditch I have dug, the one I want to escape yet find comfort in. I suppose best safety does lie in fear after all.
I look okay.
But I'm falling apart.
And so now I'm alone. Broken. Lost. Confused. Angry. Cold. Grieving.
Why can't you accept I'm not going to change.