After all, it is the small little things that matter anyway.
Things fall apart not because something massive happened but because of the small small things that we overlook or deem too insignificant. These are the things that leave us wondering and overthinking. Insecurities feeds and thrives on these thoughts. Bit by bit, it eats us away.
Just like a rotten log. On the surface, it is perfectly fine, but when you look inside, it is completely hollow.
Just leave me alone. I had enough rough nights and all I want is to wake up from this never ending nightmare.
On a side more, what do you do when the person you who asks you if you are fine is the exactly the person you are upset at?