I am sick. not physically though. I am sick in my head. I am sick of the world. I am sick of people thinking that I am just a toy to play with or just someone that they can use like a plastic bag and throw away after they're done. I always get thrown away in the end, but I don't mind. Actually, that's a lie, I do mind it's just I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to say that I need time for myself when my friends all around me are hurting so much worse, so I sit and I listen, and I shove my feelings down to make room for theirs. I will do this over and over and over again, but will I ever stop? Will I stay in this vicious cycle for all my life? Shoving down and making room and shoving down and making room, expanding myself so that they can feel a little lighter. What happens when there's no room left? I am sick. I have been poisoned with this curse, and I don't know if I'll ever get better.
