Today my tire blew out at work. I just bought it two weeks ago. I pulled over in front of a hospital in 96 degree weather. The lady who’s sandwich I delivered didn’t tip. I spent two hours fixing it, it usually takes me 15 minutes but the heat combined with the improper tools made it near impossible. Sweat, anger and depression start settling in.
As I sat on the outside bench, lips rolled and fists clenched, tears started to roll. It wasn’t the tire.
It was just at that moment I felt the need to stop lying. Like I only pretended that nothing bothered me. I wanted everyone to know the grief of wanting so badly to speak but knowing that no one will listen.
Which makes more sense?
All I knew was that I didn’t care what anybody thought.
Small things like thay dont affect me, but loneliness really hurts.