After much debate and resistance, I've decided to talk to you, my private audience of none. I've been suppressing these thoughts for so long. Thank you for listening.
Where do I start? I'll say this, I am exhausted. I'm tired of faking these pleasantries and interest. I want to be alone. I want to crawl inside myself and never come back out. Of course, I cannot do that. I have to exist. I've to co-exist with others, which is difficult and bordering on preposterous.
Where do I start? At my childhood, perhaps? I'm not sure I can handle that. My father and his damage. The neglect and carelessness. It's all overwhelming. Who am I kidding, I'm not ready for this. I can stop sharing anytime, I'm in control. You only listen because I want you to.
Where do I start? There is so much information. Could we wait until tomorrow? Of course we can. All I have to do is quiet my thoughts. Tomorrow would be better. For now, I'll sleep.
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A State of Distress
General FictionA sorrowful man spends most of his time inside his own mind as he deals with feeling of detachment and melancholy.
