You didn’t know what was wrong with you. It was so fucking annoying when you couldn’t even explain your emotions to people. When you genuinely “didn’t know”. You didn’t feel like going anywhere. Things were stressful. Your emotions were tearing you apart from the inside out. You would start crying out of nowhere, it would first build up in your throat. Like you had just swallowed an 8 ball.

Then the tears would start building, and you couldn’t stop. You would start being defensive at first, mostly during a phone call. But then the unknown feelings would take over.

You didn’t know what to do anymore. Social gatherings? Didn’t want to be apart of them. Talking? Even worse. You honestly just wanted to sink in a 10 feet hole and pray that someone wouldn’t find you. Just to be by yourself.

You were currently in bed with your earbuds in, listening to music that matched whatever the hell you were feeling. Until there was a knock on your bedroom door. You didn’t move to get it. But, you recognized the voice. His voice.