i'm-falling-apart

I woke up at 4 a.m. with my heart pounding and my palms sweating because I was remembering how you sounded sobbing into the phone when you told me that you couldn’t do this anymore.
I feel hollow. Upset. Alone. I pushed everyone who cared away, and that left me vulnerable. I said that I couldn’t get hurt, that I was too broken to feel, but maybe that was a lie. Honestly I don’t really know. I keep saying I’m fine. That everything’s going to be okay. But I don’t know that. Because one day I’m good, put together, hopeful, and the next I’m bad, falling apart, hopeless, and I can’t do the back and forth anymore.
—  I’ve had enough // k.s