What do you when you can’t sleep? When your lips tremble and you fight off the impulse to cry? You hover over your phone, you reply to them. Those people, the people you love. Why have you lost the faith and the trust that allowed you to talk to them? To tell them the truth? To not type LOL while shaking in bed? What are you scared of? Where do you go? Who do you turn to?
There’s nobody for you. No one.
The disbelief. The drama tag. The helplessness. The tiredness. The fear of being labeled. That is what you’re scared of. Because you can’t take another iota of disbelief. Not again.
Title: Tom Baxter. My Declaration.