The thing that hurts the most is pretending it doesn’t.

Because sometimes it’s easier just to say ‘I hate you’ than ’I miss you, I wish you would call me sometime.’ Because sometimes it’s easier to think, fuck this shit, screw life, screw work, screw everything, than to admit that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit the simple things than to say the hard things and realize how much you’ve been struggling and how much you feel as if life has gone out of your control.