The sun does really feel like it ever fully came up this morning. Its overcast but not foggy. I think that If it were foggy, I wouldn’t feel so exposed. I always enjoy, somewhat bitterly, the feeling of walking around and looking at people who appear to have nothing troubling them and thinking about how I look just like them. How can the world be the same when I feel so different?
Its like when you’re really, really sick. But nobody can tell from looking at you. And you’re walking around wondering if you are ever going to get better and feeling miserable at the same time. And realizing that nobody else is sick and nobody else feels miserable. And they assume that you aren’t sick either and all is well. You think, how can they not notice? but of course they can’t. Their life is still the same, while yours has been turned upside down and shaken.
