And that’s the pain I’m talking about
How does a situation go from being friendly, having a good night together, and a general acknowledgment of thinking one another is a good person to not even being able to look at me? As if there’s some pity in your eyes because you don’t know what to do or say to me.
Jesus fucking Christ every time I see that look I feel myself loosing it, I feel that pain in my throat and chest. But I keep that smile up. I tell my jokes, and I do what I have to do to make everyone happy and laughing, but inside, I don’t feel like laughing…
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