I'm not sure why I can never seem to shake rejection, or why things seem to touch me so deeply. I don't know why I get insecure about what people keep saying is "no big deal" or why it's such a chore to hold back or to push forward tears.
I've been so distracted lately. Not angry or sad really, but lost in this haze of what I feel, what I should feel and what I don't know how to feel. I imagine everyone has been there, and if you have, you know, all too well, that it's a surreal, almost out-of-body place to be. I feel like, during times like these, that I can't quite get my finger on anything, it all seems out of reach or slipping from my grasps.
I wonder why it is that I keep searching into things, for something deeper. I have a hard time believing that what's on the surface is sometimes all the further it goes, I guess.