A calm had come over me the moment that I talked to Chris. He told me that nobody asked him how he was doing. That the reason people asked me was that people cared. It was the point where I stopped crying.
I felt guilty thinking about myself. And here he was struggling a bit more.
I am raw inside, sorrowful. I need people too much, because I rely on how they bring me happiness.
It\’s easy to say that we\’re independent—to ask to fulfill our needs first. But we\’re not like that. At least I am not like that.
I need people to make me whole.