I am hard to love.

Everyone sees but no one understands. People read it but don't get it. The intensity of the feeling, what's going on in my mind, how I see the world. It's just crazy. It's too much for me to handle alone. Yet I can't communicate in such a way that people can at least emphatise. Not that anyone bothers. Or is willing to give the time of day to not only hear, but listen; not only talk, but speak, about life. They said to never tell anyone your problems because 20% don't care and 80% are glad you have them. So.. Now what? No, this isn't one of those "emo" posts where I just rant about how bad my life is and all that. Truth be told, I think I'm living a blessed life, and I recognise that. But for now, in response: Yes I feel sad and hurt, but I have to be strong.

Cause in the end, life happens.