I'm glad I got it under control this morning. I don't want people to know the extent of how much it still affects me.
I know how red my eyes get.
It's too noticeable.
Please don't think I'm weak. I'm not, I just have too much going on in my mind.
I obsess over things and never stop. It's a problem. I know it is, but I can't stop.
I miss him too much. It's affecting me the way it did the day after I found out. I'm getting bad again, and I won't show it.
I know that's not the right response, but I really don't want people to see me as someone who can't control themselves.
I keep opening my eyes and seeing the rain on the windshield. I hear the name ringing in my ears. I feel myself nodding, trying to keep it cool before completely breaking down. I feel the seat belt too tight across my chest. I reach for the book that isn't there.
I'm being drawn back into my nightmare.
