The crave for tenderness is such an unnverving delicate feeling to nurse especially if its not satisfied and it leaves that indelible emptiness inside you.
So many things are going wrong.
Especially with all those things I talked about and said I would never talk about.
I find myself with a deep lack of sleep, I wake up earlier than the alarm most times and I experience loss of interest in every day things. I found myself driving to work today and my heart was racing, beating in that nervous pitter patter way as if I was about to steal something, or was caught doing something bad, while all I was doing was driving in the rain to work.
I want to find a way to explain this feeling, but I cannot as if something stops me, and forces me to be strong. It forces me to be strong.
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