'talk to me about it', 'are you okay?', 'you seem so distant', 'did something happen?'
words. words i always ask you. words i yearn to hear. i'm happy to be here for you but sometimes, just sometimes, i wish someone was here for me too. i've always tried so hard to fix other people's problems that i forget mine need fixing too. and if, by some miracle, you ask me, 'how are you?', i'll always answer that i'm good. because i don't want to feel like a burden when you're already going to through so much. but deep down, i hope you notice that i'm not good, i hope you make that extra effort of asking me the truth. but you never do. am i that good at masking my emotions or are you just pretending to believe me for your own mental sanity? i'll never know. it's fine though. i'm fine.
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all the things that could go wrong
Poetryeverything was going so well; how did we end up here? hi i'm cynthia. no my introduction wasn't necessary. anyway, welcome to a few glimpses of my life from my notes app where i write about oddly specific feelings and incidents.
