Dear... Anyone Who Is Reading This
I know you don’t want to get up for the day. You want to stay in your room, wrapped up in tear-soaked blankets for eternity. But I am waiting for you to get up so we can meet once more. I cannot seem to meet you when you are hidden away from the world.
I know this sucks. I know that your facial muscles ache from crying the millionth time today, and that your skin is scarred, your bones ache and creak and you don’t feel like getting up.
I do not know where you are or what is causing to to be this way, but even if I’m on the other side of the world, I understand you. I understand feeling like the loneliest person ever, even in a room full of people you (once) knew.
I understand that you cannot leave your house today, and it is fine with me. I am not angry, sad, or frustrated, but if you try to control the storm, the storm will get worse, so it is better to try and control yourself, even if it feels like you cannot.