I Told Mom.

It's easy for people to say: "I know how you feel."

You don't. Pardon my honesty.
No one person ever feels the same emotion that another person feels.

I don't think I've ever felt this uncomfortable as I do now.
It's not bad, nor good.
Just slightly uncomfortable.

You all met me at a very strange time in my life.
And for that I apologize.

My heart hurts.
My heart aches every single time I hear their tears fall.
How strange is it that when sad tears fall, it almost transforms into acid, and your shell never hurt so much.
And with every wipe and every sigh you feel as though you're getting older.

And here I am, laying in my bed, feeling incredibly small,
and being completely reclusive.
Because all I can really do is just merely imagine the painstaking truth of what he has to live with.

It's not me you should feel sorry for.
This is far from having to do with me.
It's not my story to tell.


23 years old. and counting.