A Mess.

My friend told me that it was OK for me to trust someone and talk.
And that everything didn’t always have to be ok and that I didn’t always have to pretend like I’m fine.
And all I did was nod.
I mean I get it.
She’s concerned about me.
And I’m lucky to have someone who genuinely cares.
But what’s the point in talking about my problems? Talking about it doesn’t mean they disappear into thin air.
Talking about it isn’t going to make it all ok.
All that talking about it does, is I have to say my problems out loud, terrified that someone is going to hear, terrified of hearing the truth myself.
Talking about it only makes you sadder than before because it’s finally out there. Everything you’ve had bottled up splashes out like a fizzy drink. And then all that’s left is a mess.


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    1. I’m very much the same.
      I could call a friend to talk about my problems but hang up before they pick up and when they call back I’ll say it was a pocket dial or just brush them off.
      It’s hard to trust after getting hurt.
      But over time we’ll find someone.


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