On one hand you ask questions about the well being of a certain someone, and on the other don't let them speak. There is no denying the lack of initiative to speak and that is a drawback. But when Ian attempt is made, a genuine attempt to open up and share, there is stone wall.
This cannot sound good whichever way this is said or written. But here is what's bugging the mind... that kung fu panda-ish inner peace is f$%^@d up. There has been hours spent fighting the thought, trying to smother it with rationale & logic, but it doesn't seem to be temporary, fleeting, passing, and imaginary. It's there all the time.
The gnawing feeling inside doesn't go away.. Didn't go away as one could have hoped. It grew... It grows.. It is growing into this monstrous ... Multi headed beast...
A. Yearning
B. Longing
C. Craving
D. Obsession
Its heads just keep multiplying....
The logical reasoning fails against the constant influx of a voice, a crazy laugh, a raised eyebrow, an absolutely ridiculous joke which one tries not to laugh about but fail, a snippet of conversation, a crooked smile ... There's no hiding from it.
There is no longer a bad job to hide behind, the Miranda Priestly of a boss is history. One is left wondering whether the misery of that life could have prevented a cynical mind from slipping up... And crashing straight into you... How the wishes spiral into that one thought that it was somehow physically possible. But mind has a way of wandering off.
....when the world has let me down, when I have crossed and quarrelled with everyone else... All I wish to do is run to you..
So to wrap up the ‘mental’ rambling of a tortured soul there's this piece, carefully simulated to sound witty as well nonchalant which needs to be delivered, just that there doesn’t seem to be any opportunity? But positively you will break the wit and wipe the nonchalance. One can hope you will SEE the real person trying to be brave and hear the real person SAY what they are trying to, without the melodrama.
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