I am choosing this drift. I am choosing to distance myself from you. I am selecting this choice of treatment rather then my scolding for scolding lectures are worthless, they go through one ear for you and out the other.
I am a wreck. Not lying, I have no where to turn. The people who once held their hands out for me to bury my face in are still here, and I appreciate every single one of them but they’re not honestly here. They offer friendship but no longer guidance, no open ears. I have no right to demand their time since their life is hectic enough without my constant exhalation of stress. Truthfully, I just want a good pair of ears. No need for wise replies, just offer more than “I see.” Even if you have no words, reply with “I am speechless” or even just offer a look that signals that you are here, and you are willing to be my shoulder.
Clawing inside, these emotions are simply waiting on the right person. Hell, it could be anyone to trigger a affection known as trust.
I’m a wreak.
I’m emotionally unstable.
Someone be my rescue.
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