Paranoia...
I hate this feeling. I never want to feel it again. I want it to go away. I want to be whole again. I don't want to be broken. I don't know how it get over it. It still hurts so much. Everyday. I want to learn how to be okay. I never used to feel like this. Not until you. And I know you don't like it. And I try to hide it and pretend to be okay for you. But I break. And the hurt and anger shows. You get annoyed and angry. And so do I. I don't know if you can be patient with me long enough. But you will need to be. This is far from over and I hate it. I can't stop feeling the knots in my stomach, the panic in my head, the memory of the hurt in my chest. It was enough to choke on.
I need more proof.
I need more proof.