Sapos e Mariposas

Heart pounding as slow as the clock ticks seconds away, I close my eyes preparing for the onslaught of questions. Mainly: What's wrong?  This question is filled with venom.  People are mainly curious so they can talk with their group of friends, giving their meaningless lives a spark of interest for a couple seconds.  No other question can call more tears to arms than perhaps Are you okay?  No.  I, in fact am not, thanks for reminding me.  Yes, there may be an honest attempt to make me feel better behind the evil question, but all that question does is destroy my little progress gained along the path of recovery.


Free write about how I feel.  No one reads this anymore anyway.  Might as well make it have some use.