Understanding nothing.

One of the worst feelings in the world is feeling that you’re not understood. It can really solidify the fact that you’re alone, except your mind of course is always with you. Taking in everything, trying to make sense of everything, coming up with the wrong conclusions, making you look like an idiot. Driving people further away. Because who wants to put up with someone who is fine, then not, then fine again after a break down. Someone who can’t explain why they feel the way they do, why they can’t release things, why some days are just so damn “heavy” and exhausting. Who can’t explain what they need from you, who only asks for things when they’re at the end of their tether. It’s inconvenient. But these “days” can’t be planned. And you can only push yourself so much, and take in so much. I don’t know my limits, I push myself and I want to know everything and I want to do everything and be everything. And it’s frustrating that I have limits. It’s frustrating that my brain breaks down and I can’t handle anything. And it doesn’t make sense to anyone, and how can it? It doesn’t even make sense to yourself. 

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