Lies
I'm lying to myself. It's not apathy. It's pain, heartbreak, loss, it's selfish and ugly. I pretend I don't feel anything. What are my coping skills? Where are they? Compartmentalize to a fault.
Then there is always that voice that whispers insidiously, "You have no idea what pain is. You have no idea what loss is." I don't. Things could be worse. So much worse.
But these are my shoes.
Tests start in three weeks.
You're wrong.
Then there is always that voice that whispers insidiously, "You have no idea what pain is. You have no idea what loss is." I don't. Things could be worse. So much worse.
But these are my shoes.
Tests start in three weeks.
You're wrong.