Everything is related.
I can't help but think whether this is what's going to happen from now on.
Peace of mind will be a luxury I can't afford.
Holding back will be the new norm.
If this is the case though, I have no one to blame but myself.
It is, afterall, a choice I will make.
Sometimes, I feel numb.
It's a defense mechanism that makes it slightly bearable.
A distraction if I may say so.
But, slowly, the bitterness creeps in again.
I am brewing the perfect soup.
Anger, resentment and sadness with a pinch of contentment.
I am not a good cook and it shows.