Understand

It truly feels like no one understands. I know they don't, because I don't that they can or, for that matter, want to. Why are you up so late? Why can't you just go to sleep? I make jokes because people don't know, they can't begin to comprehend the dire depth of the situation.

They don't know about the relentless nightly mental fight I must go through. This isn't a problem that can be solved by getting more exercise. No, no. This is deeper than you can comprehend. Do a lot of people deal with this type of mental torment whenever they try to sleep? If so, it's no fucking wonder why there are so many crazy and messed up people in this world.

I wish I had someone to to talk to, someone who could relate. But I don't. It's way too complex to explain and people would just look at me like I was crazy. As much as it hurts sometimes, at least you get used to it. Better to not have your feelings hurt than waste someones time trying to help them understand. So for now, hold in the tears, fears, frustration and anger. I will have to go on being misunderstood, only with a small hope that one day things will change.