I once convinced someone I care most about that emotions were worth the trouble. You know who you are.
I'm such a hypocrite. A liar. Emotions are nothing but trouble and a waste of energy.
At the time, I meant it when I said emotions are a good thing. Bad times only emphasize the good times, right?
Wrong.
The cage is back.
Reinforced.
Air-tight.
Unbreakable.
It's just safer that way. It's safer for me and everyone around me.
Apparently, whenever I start to feel emotion, it either hurts people, annoys people, or gives people a reason to completely ignore my existence as a whole. I can't do it anymore. I can't keep climbing up a sandy slope without any help or acknowledgement.
I can't even remember what's outside of the slope anymore. I can't remember what happiness is. I don't recall what home feels like.
So, why not? No one cares that I'm trying. Why would anyone care if I gave up? If I walked around completely quiet and emotionless?
"I'm just tired," I'll say. Everyone believes that. It's true, too.
I'm just tired.
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Be true, stay you ❤❤
~Day Dreamer~
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