Every time someone rejects me, in however insignificant a manner, for the rest of my life, I expect I will get flashbacks of you.
Nothing is insignificant anymore.
And tears come far too readily.
I don’t remember being this fragile.
It’s not your fault, it’s me, chemically, this must be how it is from now on.
And I don’t want to admit defeat.
But how can you stay positive with tears rolling down your face, at the slightest of mishaps?
It’s not even a question of admitting defeat, it’s being unable to change the way you are feeling when you are inexorably miserable.
Perhaps if we take a moment look at this ultra-sensitivity from a positive stance, I suppose, at the very least, it cuts out the bullshit.
But oh what a painful way to avoid a little bullshit that would likely cause no lasting scars, and in doing so, leads to more.