Just Breathe

January 28, 2018

It's not even lunch yet and I'm contemplating life. Last night I sat on the floor and cried. Just kept looping the issues in my head and got it all out. Better there than in front of a group of people. I'm so sick of telling people my problems but yet I continue to tell them anyway. They think I'm glass figurine one touch and I break. I told them "Y'all have your own issues and then I just dump mine to your pile of issues and most of the time I don't get any stories in return. It's just me adding to your issues. Everyone wants to help take the load off my back but then I can't help in return because y'all want to protect me." It's not fair that I just complain about my issues and they can't do the same. I know that they're not okay either but they won't let me help in fear of my breaking. I am not made of glass. If anything I am made of clay. I get molded but my negative thoughts but it's just change. I get pieces ripped out of me but I adapt. I won't break. In all honesty I'm already broken. They're broken too but they won't let me help piece them back together. Maybe I should just stop. I wish I could just stop...