I have a pattern. When times get tough, I crawl back into my shell. I push people away and don't think twice. I know I am doing it and I still don't stop. Never been the sharing kind, never, no. The good, I can share and laugh about, but when faced with the bad, the painful, I am my own army.
We are going under the scissor again. December 10 seems light years away and we hope to not fall apart.
I think the dealing alone with the bad and the horrible really makes you stay unmoved. This IS horrible.
1 comment:
aap ka zikar ker rahey they meh, faizan aur sohail kal. Kafi achey lafzon meh yaad kya ja raha tha apkou
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