I can cry

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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 sore and that its not getting better fast. And you dont want to be fragile"

No shit, Fragility is not something I want associated with me, I am the Bull in the china shop. Not the china itself.

I miss her and I am pissed at her. I am angry at them and I want nothing more than a really big hug.

I want my own him.

But for now I can cry

Comments

sham said…
*big Magical Unicorn HUG*
November 7, 2012 at 1:31 PM
Az said…
For what it's worth - *hug*
November 7, 2012 at 8:11 PM
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