tonight, i miss you.
So many have commented about my strength: friends, my brothers. Part of me can’t comprehend the strength they see. Inside me, i’m falling apart piece by piece. I’m doing what i’m supposed to be doing, but every fiber of me is relenting, attacking, fighting back. Sometimes all I want is for somebody to come up to me and tell it to my face that they’re proud of my strength, but they also know and understand that inside of me is hell. I wish somebody will tell me that and actually help me. Help me.
I have a large desire to hop a plane and fly across the country in the middle of the night.