Thursday, May 19, 2011

like a machine.

When I get upset about something, I shut down. I feel like I should be crying or screaming or throwing things at something or someone but I can't. I just can't. I can't even move. Because it's like there's this light in me and it just switches off. When I've been hurt, I just shut down. I go silent and still. I just sit there and bite my lip and think.


"sorry," is wrong because it gives people the wrong idea that any mistake can be solved by a simple word.

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words left unspoken.