If you sweep things under the rug, pretend they don't exist, you are going to eventually trip on a giant ass rug right in front of your face. And you probably walk on this rug everyday, so you know, you know what is under it. But you just happily pretend nothing is under it. You put it there, you know it is there.
But maybe It isn't that I feel numb, I think it is more a feeling of helplessness.
Who raises who? Who is the adult? Who is the one who should care more? And how much is too much to care? How many times can you extend your hand when there is no one to extend their hand on the other hand because they are too busy wiping their own tears on the other end? We all get sad, we all have tears. But you know what? Sometimes you gotta suck it up. Reach your hand out to those extending theirs and you can do it with tears in your eyes and a scream escaping your lips!!! But give too. And hang on. And don't let go. And pay attention. Some of the hands outstretching themselves to you are eventually going to give up, stop reaching out, and who knows if they will be there when you decide to finally reach out your own hands. And they may be important. You know what? I rephrase. I guarantee they are important. But sometimes you can only give so much before you get so exhausted you don't what the point is.
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