That by holding back I hurt the people I care most about. But I hold back because I don’t want to hurt them. I don’t want to hurt anybody. But that’s not living life.
Probably didn’t help that the piece was largely brown.
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
Thinking about life.
Thinking about me.
Thinking about how my life effects others.
What impact does my life have on others around me?
Am I too cold? Too cynical?
Why can’t I sleep?