Isn’t it quite sad or maybe scary how blind people are? You can see someone or some people you know on a daily basis, have several conversations with them about everything and nothing, laugh and cry with them and even see them physically naked but they have no idea how you are actually feeling. How you are when you’re alone. How you are when you go to bed at night. How your thoughts crash around in your head but never escape. They don’t know about the hidden person inside you although it’s staring right back at them. They don’t know because you haven’t told them. Why? Because they haven’t asked. And when they say “you don’t say much today” on days you’re giving up and all you say is “I’m just tired” and they don’t give it a second thought.
i want all the thigh highs and cute underwear in the world