It’s one of those realisations that just punches you in the gut, introduces you to a new form of hysterical crying and frankly just scares you shitless;
This is your life.
You are the girl who’s problems you try to treat with a cool detachment, who you try to hide from somewhere in the back of your mind. The girl you tell to be optimistic, but know it’s a wasted effort. You are the person you control. The person you control is you.
You know that she isn’t happy, and so does she.
And that scares you shitless.
