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It makes you wonder, how miniscule Life really is.
How people keep going, day after day, after day.
It's just that I don't understand. I wish I could be open to people.
I really do. But it never works that way.
Never.
I'm ashamed to say that sometimes I haven't been honest with people. People I love and care about. But..they never ask why I haven't.
They never understand.. that sometimes I have to.
To protect them, to protect me.. it doesn't matter.
That part doesn't scare me. Just the aftermath part does.
The part that happens afterwards, the pain. The hurt. That I could have prevented.. by hurting them more.
That seems kinda redundant...doesn't it? Seems kind of..strange?
I don't know..does it to you?
-Angel
How people keep going, day after day, after day.
It's just that I don't understand. I wish I could be open to people.
I really do. But it never works that way.
Never.
I'm ashamed to say that sometimes I haven't been honest with people. People I love and care about. But..they never ask why I haven't.
They never understand.. that sometimes I have to.
To protect them, to protect me.. it doesn't matter.
That part doesn't scare me. Just the aftermath part does.
The part that happens afterwards, the pain. The hurt. That I could have prevented.. by hurting them more.
That seems kinda redundant...doesn't it? Seems kind of..strange?
I don't know..does it to you?
-Angel