I haven't felt a feeling like this in a long time, and I guess that is something to be proud of. Although when in it, the reason to celebrate isn't nearly as clear. This despair has deep tendrils, grabbing hold of the few soft spots left in this hardened heart. Its profound how hard it can hit without warning. Stabbing deep under the skin, twisting and then back out to release the flow out on the ground. Damp puddles forming, your body leaking. Doing all you can to hide the panic.
I had to leave. I couldn't look anyone in the face. I hope it goes back where it came from and stays away. It's not welcome anymore.