Blackseraphine

Just like that, my heart sank...

I thought we agreed that's the last time we cried? 

It still stings to think about— the difference. I plead, the other just says a word. And it makes me question myself if I'm still doing the right thing. Am I burning myself?

I thought we agreed that you'd continue without holding back?  

I did.  But maybe, just don't humiliate yourself further by imagining showing up? I did think about it early on, about how I could manage to go, if I could attend. But now... It just feels like I'm going to humiliate myself by putting a face to the words. 

And I was crying and lost in thought that I hit my head while walking under the stairs and now I feel slightly out of balance.

I don't know if getting hit on the head meant that I was right or if God was hitting me on the head for having stupid thoughts.