Tight chested and feeling like I am about to throw up breakfast I sit waiting to see her, you see I had been avoiding her for about 3 weeks because the questions were getting tough. "I think something is wrong" I say to her "I feel kak. Not ill or sad, just kak" "When was the last time you cried Aasia?" "Last week in the car on the N1" Well you obviously hate traffic then. *side eyes* So much has happened this year and as I slowly wrap my head around the drama, death and deceit. I find myself wondering what I thought I was going to achieve. "You act like you can't get hurt Aasia" Yes I get hurt. All.the.time. Except I am a cry in the shower and breathe slowly in a dark room kind of person. Because I rationalise. if I fall apart, who will pick up my pieces? "But you're lying to yourself again Aasia, you're not going to fall apart. You just dont want people to believe that you hurt now, and that its so...
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