People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.
Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.
And what about tomorrow then? And all the tomorrows to come? Why can't we talk about it? Why can't we ever talk about it?
...it is love, imperfect and unordered, that keeps them apart, even as it holds them somehow together...
People use people according to their own needs. Or don't use them. When a primary need is one of safety.
Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.
I keep telling you that feeling is not selective. You can't feel pain, you aren't gonna feel anything else either.
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