I don't really want anyone to ask me about my semester. I don't want to have to explain anything of what I felt, went through, or anything. I don't want to do it because I can't even explain it to myself.
I found myself wanting to pretend as if the whole thing didn't happen.
I don't want anyone to ask me for photographs. Or stories. Or to see my passport.
Shit- is this how I'm supposed to feel? It wasn't even that bad.
I'm f--ked.
I wanna go back to Chicago where people talk to me less and expect less of my emotions.
2 comments:
I wont ask you anything as long as you will let me play with your hair.
deal.
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