This again.

I'm sorry that I'm dramatic. But this secret is so hard to keep!
It is actually killing me, and I can't tell anyone.
It's killing our relationship. It's killing my future. It's killing my happiness. It's killing me. It's killing absolutely everything, me.

One went to bed, the other unresponsive, the third unapproachable, the fourth too troubled and the last too drunk.
And yet it's killing me and no one knows.

au revoir. xo