to think i might not see those eyes

So, things have finally been resolved and staying at home isn't as painful anymore. But that doesn't make a difference to me - because no one has asked me how I feel or anything even close. I guess my non-confrontational nature might make me look like I'm not affected, but I am, of course I am. I'm just not good at saying it. But if you asked me, I'd probably tell you. I'd probably sit down with you for hours and tell you everything. But you'll never ask, because you have no idea. And I refuse to hear anyone say that it's my fault for not saying anything. Tell me that it's not my fault. I don't want to be blamed. Let me believe that what I want is important. Because too often I've been led to believe that it isn't.

Have heart, my dear...