Another day spent alone.
Another night spent alone.
Another night sleeping by myself.
I’m not sure how many of these I can take. At work yesterday I had a customer that I helped out. He had two small girls with him, low teens. I’m not good guessing ages anymore.
As I was talking to their father, I saw the girls look at the few cuts I had on my arm. The one girl’s eyes widened up. She whispered something to her sister. Then they just watched me continue to talk.
I know I wasn’t seeing things. Kids are observant. They see things that adults don’t because adults just don’t pay attention. Most adults have too much on their mind to worry about trivial things.
Maybe I’m still a kid inside. I see things their way.
The girls knew what those marks were from and their dad was completely clueless as to what was going on around him. That’s how I was not that long ago.
Mentally absent breaks minds. It’s breaks hearts. It breaks wills. It causes people to do things they normally would not do. Things that they end up regretting later. Fatigue is sinking I’m now.
I’m broken. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.