it's okay that you want to shelter yourself from the uncomfortable carresses of affection. it's okay that you can only handle the smallest amount of physical touch. it's okay that you are allergic to true intimacy.
it's okay that you let your past define you, seemingly to a point of no return. it's okay that you were affected so greatly that you can't seem to return from it. it's okay that you don't even see it, the effects and the control and the suffocating hold that it has on your life.
it's okay that you are busy, that you immerse yourself in your work in order to feel less. to feel nothing. it's okay that you are completely and utterly selfish and mask that reality in your drive and ambitions and goals.
it's okay that you lied. about being happy, hiding your truth of unhappiness under the veil of being sensitive. it's okay that I believed you, that you convinced me.
it's okay that you don't want to work on yourself. it's okay that you don't want to progress emotionally, to be real, to be vulnerable. it's okay that you can't, that you don't know where to start, that any emotional talk is overwhelming for you. it's okay that it makes you angry. everyone gets angry. it's okay that you judge me for having feelings, for emoting, for being vulnerable, for showing you that I care, for being real, for being strong and open and facing my fears.
it's okay that you let your past define you, seemingly to a point of no return. it's okay that you were affected so greatly that you can't seem to return from it. it's okay that you don't even see it, the effects and the control and the suffocating hold that it has on your life.
it's okay that you are busy, that you immerse yourself in your work in order to feel less. to feel nothing. it's okay that you are completely and utterly selfish and mask that reality in your drive and ambitions and goals.
it's okay that you lied. about being happy, hiding your truth of unhappiness under the veil of being sensitive. it's okay that I believed you, that you convinced me.
it's okay that you don't want to work on yourself. it's okay that you don't want to progress emotionally, to be real, to be vulnerable. it's okay that you can't, that you don't know where to start, that any emotional talk is overwhelming for you. it's okay that it makes you angry. everyone gets angry. it's okay that you judge me for having feelings, for emoting, for being vulnerable, for showing you that I care, for being real, for being strong and open and facing my fears.
it's okay to not be okay. and to project your reality onto me. it's okay to make me seem crazy, to make me seem not okay.
until it's not.
