Don't you hate it when you think everything is perfectly fine and then something happens that makes everything come up to the surface to show you that in fact nothing is fine? That everything is still wrong?
Don't you HATE it?
I mean, what happens then? When people go through your shit and pull out the stuff that was buried and hidden. When you find out, that you're somewhat thankful for that. When your heart feels like its no longer beating. When you feel like you're just sitting in a cold, dark corner crying and no one is there to dry your salty wet face?
Don't you HATE it?
Or what about when you look in the mirror and stare at your face and despise what you see. Or when you have to fake a smile to everyone you love just because you know that your problem will never be solved. Or what about when you finally realize that nothing is ever going to go right anymore and that this said problem, is going to destroy you.
Don't you fucking HATE it?