Delirium

I'm sorry

It was around 12am. 

We spent the whole day together but it wasn’t a date or a nice day. He stayed by my side, he didn’t want to leave me alone. He drove us around and got us something to eat. We didn’t talk much. Actually we did. I wasn’t talkative but I told him what happened and we talked about the situation and my past and everything that it brought up. Now he knew everything about me. I told him everything about my dad and what we went through in these past five years without him. Talking to someone else about it made me actually feel better. It made the weight fall off. Talking to my mom only made it heavier and worse and I barely talked about it with the girls. They never brought it up anyway because they thought it would hurt me or I would go crazy. That’s what made it all uncomfo