It bothers me. Too much. Too close.

I didnt run an extra mile to be done that way. I didnt run the extra mile to actually question all these. Is running the extra mile actually putting some weight on you that I am at fault? And that I am the one who has to absorb and succumb to it. And to never actually being able to question the whats, whys, and hows. Just accept and live with that fact. Can? That I am always left to lick my own wounds and to miraclously function well tomorrow morning as if my heart has just not been ripped apart the other night. Thats how it is. Always is. Whatever happens, u lick ur own wounds and mend yourself before something hits u and breaks u again. It wears me off. Really. I grow tired easily. N all i need is sleep.