Today isn't a good day. I'm still stuck with my work of pretending to be fine even when I'm restless.

I remember that one time when you hugged me to your chest.
Why am I being so stupid?
Why am I being so annoying
Why all I feel is as if nobody wants me and I am being judged by all of them.

But when I was with you, you made me feel loved, wanted as if I'm not an insecure, depressed overthinker that I am.

Now that I need a swoosh of wind to calm the fire inside me, you aren't there. Not anymore.