The realization that while you were whining about how you hated feeling pitiful that you were throwing yourself a pity party.
Blaming everybody for acting like they care when they only wanted to make you feel better.
Yelling at the people who tell you how sorry they were for what happened because you wanted them to be sorry for their actions not other people's actions as you know they can't control them because you tried before yourself.
Crashing down in the middle and wondering why people aren't patting you on the back and when they do you hate that gesture and want to slap their hand away.
Whining every time somebody tries to chat you up because how dare they not respect your agony and constant sorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Grief
Short StoryA road of agony, misery ,lost hope and a road to get out of it You'll just have to read and see
