I don't ask for help often. I tried to manage all my issues on my own. I carried my life believing that my breakdowns are my responsibilities. Somehow, it's true.
But more than truth, I am just afraid and tired. Of explaining myself. Of hearing unsolicited advice. Of tolerating people whom I thought would understand me, but they wouldn't.
And so I distance myself. I don't loathe them, but I created a gap between us and a wall beneath me. I don't wanna be helped anymore.
It's just the more people disappoint me, the more I feel that I equate to them.
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