you walk into a supermarket.
the lights are bright and blinding.
the fruit and vegetables, the meat, its all there, yet you feel as if you cant touch it.
its painted on
as if vincent van gogh came in and with a swish of his painbrush made your life a living hell
you get the sudden urge to go home
cry
bleed
to feel like you actually exist
but stop
no
you cant do that. not to your friends. people who love you. care about you.
call someone,
listen to them talk about that person they hate or that tv show they like or that actor they have a crush on
just remind yourself that people love you
people care for you
they know youre there, even if you arent too sure of it yourself.
