Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.
There’s a build up of nothingness in your chest, and you just have to clench at it with your weary hands, because not even your ribcage can keep what’s pounding through it and seeping throughout your body.