I’m afraid trying to process what’s in my head because I know that once I do, I’ll become vulnerable. Because every word weighs a thousand emotions, and every second of pondering about these would mean I could break down any moment.
Who cares if they stare and watch you drift into your own little world? Who cares if you isolate yourself in this surprisingly quiet crowd? Would somebody atleast tell me that they do? Because my hands are shaking, and I’m searching for familiar faces in this random place.