“It’s just one of those days.”
Except it been “one of those days” for the past month and a half. I used to think that this wouldn’t return, that I wouldn’t let it get this bad ever again. I don’t even fully know what it is, but it’s spreading. I’m starting to affect those around me, I’ve isolated myself from the people I care about most as to not cause them harm. But this just leaves me, to deal with myself, but it doesn’t feel like me anymore, maybe I’m just in denial that something like this exists within me but it’s always been there hasn’t it. I miss them, three weeks ago was when I last saw or spoke to them, it doesn’t sound like long but it’s felt like eons. It’s for their safety and mine, but it still hurts. I’ll hopefully calm down soon but who’s to say, I don’t know what I’ll do if this continues much longer. I might just have to face them again as an altered version of the person they knew, present myself as the same, but knowing them, one of them’s going to notice something off. I could down play it and they would hopefully not press me to much on it. We’ve all got our own problems anyway.
