that the closer you are with someone, the harder it is to love them?
when i take a good minute to reflect on some of my relationships with people, i’m distraught at the fact that i cover the truth behind the reality of how broken it is. 

here i am always trying, always hoping, always trusting…
meanwhile the outpourings of my own life doesn’t manifest it. 

i’m a mess. really. and it sure doesn’t feel too good. 

beginnings of scab peelings i guess, huh?