I keep looking for an escape and it doesn’t matter where it is; I just want to leave now. And I want to tell you, to confide in you, but I’m afraid of what you might say.

I’m just stuck and I have this feeling of longing. But it’s not the depressed or sad kind. It is the kind where the person next to you in English Class tells you about a person in their Science class with gray eyes and black hair. They tell you about how badly that person was crying while doing an experiment with sulfur with test tubes and beakers, and how much he tried to show that he didn’t hurt. But it was evident because that person’s sleeves were bleeding and he had to go to the counselors. Like that feeling; exactly like that feeling. So it’s weird because I have this feeling of longing towards someone outside but that person is me.

You sort of get this look on your face of compassion, you look down, and then sigh. And that’s it. Because that’s all you can give.

...That’s all you have to offer.

'Tis a fault to Heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd.
~Shakespeare

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