Tuesday, March 29, 2022:
All that was left in a hurry
The bed that wasn't made
The mugs that weren't washed
Things that weren't done properly
The words that were left unsaid
and the ones that were said but shouldn't be
:
This is probably one of the hardest times in my life, and I just want to be left alone.
Like, yes please, help me, help us financially and physically by all means. But I'm emotionally exhausted to see someone I love in a bad condition. I'm emotionally exhausted to be so close to losing someone I love. And I just need people to stop asking questions.
Why TF would people want to know what happened? Why TF do I have to explain everything to everyone?
If I hardly ever say anything to the ones in their hardest time, it's because I want to be left alone in my own hardest time.
I know people mean well, and it's really not their faults. They're just being very kind and I'm grateful for all the material and physical helps. I don't hate them at all. I know they care about me, about us. I just hate the fact that in my hardest time, being left alone is the only thing I need.
I won't refuse the money, but I really don't fucking need to talk. I fucking hate talking about my problem, especially when I fucking know that the talk won't solve any fucking thing. It's fucking annoying.
The only moral support I need in my hardest time is silence. And some cash.
