It’s a human thing to feel upset and frustrated.
I have lied awake in this bed doing what I told myself I wouldn’t do many months before. There’s a part of me that blames myself for feeling too much, for having someone else hold such power over me in that regard. The tears fall as it should, like any person would, considering how much time and effort they spend trying to explain themselves to someone who is too “busy” to hear you out. Forgive me, that’s not entirely true. I don’t mean to say it’s wrong to be so occupied and busy trying to build a life. But there comes a point where you allow yourself to think of others before your own, too. I mean, isn’t that what being together implies? To share everything, every thought that makes sense, to bother voicing an explanation no matter how ridiculously hard it is to understand? I’m sorry, this is difficult to talk about and I’m really having a hard time. It’s so frustrating having to explain how I feel to someone who can’t see my side. I turn off my phone because I’m conscious of the fact that you have better things to do than talk to me. And trust me, I understand. It’s okay. It’s okay because it’s you. It’s okay even though I hurt and I can’t tell you.