fragmented thoughts

Know what I don’t like. Crying all night and waking up only to realize that no matter how many times you wash your face, or try to freshen up…you still look like crap. Your eyes are still puffy, and they only look puffier cuz you can’t help but squint them cuz they hurt. So every time someone walks by or says hello to you, you automatically look down wards, in fear of them asking the dreadful “what’s wrong, are you ok?” you can’t really answer with a “Yes I’m fine” because well obviously your appearance says a different story. But at the same time you can’t say “No, no I am not okay” because that leaves you to open yourself to become vulnerable. And opening yourself up to someone who is no more than a co-worker. They are simply another person you share an office with a project with. You know what I don’t like? days like today where you sit and wish you could have held the little fragmented pieces of yourself together better…or at least till you fell asleep the night before.