just minishorts.

I'm repetitive. I ask, ask and ask, re-ask, re-ask, over and over again. You get the same questions, same same same, you get bored, sick.

But its me. I just need reassurance.

I'm very fragile. I pretend to be strong, I do it so well, the masquerade, that most of the world believes it to be true. But it's not.

You think it is, that I kid myself that it's not. But it's true. What you see is not true.

But it doesn't mean I'm a dependent weakling. I AM STRONG, in many ways, I think holding up this facade speaks a lot for my nature. I am strong but I am weak. I get tired easily, and after so many years, so many happenings, so many mishaps, and damning events, so many disappointments, being witness to so many, so many unhappy things… I cannot believe in Utopia. Even when I live in it. And it is, really a bit like Utopia, this place now.

So everytime you talk about families, you talk about how people should be brought up things like that, yes yes I believe you. I want to trust you. But you don't get it either, everyone is different, everyone has that right to be different.

I'm a fighter, but fighters are frail in the most unexpected places. Remember? I almost did myself away. Ran away from reality in a bid to pretend things did not ever happen. But you came along and you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

I just need a lot of reassurance. You have to keep telling me or else I will just fade away.

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