Cracks
Description
People are fragile. Some more than others. We crack, chip, and split all over. Our foundation of who we are and what makes us who we are, is not an exception. We’re fragile things, even if we pretend we’re not. Some people hide it, some embrace it, and others simply do not let it bother them.
I thought for a long time I didn’t let things bother me, but recently I’ve found that in my darkest moments, my cracks are splitting open and fragmenting. And now I have no idea how much longer I can keep myself together. I’m falling apart, my cracks are getting bigger, I’m slowly losing it, and no one is noticing. I’m trying to pretend I’m fine, but pretending never really solved anything.
Foreword
For the longest time I considered myself to be level headed, but lately I seem to be losing it. I can't even bring myself to admit aloud how much I desprately need help. Everything seems to be a train wreck waiting to happen. My life is falling apart slowly, but surely. It even feels too hard to ask my best friend for help. How can I ask him to just turn around and help me when he's a rising star?
Hello! It has been a while since I posted, and while I should probably finish up my other stories...I'm starting a new one!
I've missed writing, and it has been such a long time since I've had the chance to actually sit down to do so. So I hope that you guys will enjoy!
I'm planning on making this a short to help get me back into the swing of things!
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