That’s the problem with me. I’m tired of always explaining myself when ever someone asks what’s wrong. I don’t always want to answer the same questions or explain the same story all over again. It comes to the point where I just tell them it’s nothing. And nothing is exactly how I feel because I’m just mentally caught in this mess where I don’t know what’s going on anymore. Where headaches begin to feel normal and I forget how it feels like to be sane again. Sometimes you get so numb from all the pain that you lose a part of yourself. Whether it’s your mind, appetite or sense of happiness. They all slowly begin to wear you down straight to the core. And now I understand why people get in those awful moods where they don’t bother talking at all. At some point we all want to be left alone where nobody can reach us. Somewhere that’s quiet and we don’t have to answer to anyone. Just a place where we can find ourselves again and actually feel normal for once.