I am not sick. More like sad.
I lie to you all the time. And each time, I just hope that the lies will come true.
Or that at least I can continue living under the pretense that it is true.
That I really don't mind.
That I'm really okay.
That I really am strong.
That it is all fine.
Because the truth is, without you, none of it is true. I know I can't expect you to always be with me. But I wish you were. It is selfish, I know.
But being apart hurts.
Not being able to do anything about it kills.
I wish I wasn't so helpless.
I'm sorry.
I lie to you all the time. And each time, I just hope that the lies will come true.
Or that at least I can continue living under the pretense that it is true.
That I really don't mind.
That I'm really okay.
That I really am strong.
That it is all fine.
Because the truth is, without you, none of it is true. I know I can't expect you to always be with me. But I wish you were. It is selfish, I know.
But being apart hurts.
Not being able to do anything about it kills.
I wish I wasn't so helpless.
I'm sorry.
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