What Now

I don't think I'm handling things inside very well these days.

I'm tired of pretending everything is fine, but I don't have a choice because I'm supposed to be happy. Apparently, that is my job. I'll continue to pretend if I have to, but I hate it.

I tried explaining this to someone once, and I don't think I explained it right because all they said was not to worry. It's a bit late for that. It's too big for that.

Things that I love keep slipping away from me; people too. People can be so blind when they want to. Blind and willfully ignorant.

I'll explain more when I can, but I don't know if what is going on would make sense to anyone else right now.

I'm really, very unhappy. I don't know what to do.

I guess I'll get over it. I kinda have to.