Relations made, relations broken.
It leaves you stumbling, confused. You don't know how to react, how to think, what to say, what not to say.
How to not scream.
How to not just tear your hair out and shut your eyes and hide under your bed till it all goes away, till it ceases to exist and your mind is a blissful blank once more.
Not this world of glaring, clashing colors that make you think you're slowly going blind and deaf and mad.
Stark, raving mad.
I wish I had someone to talk to who wouldn't offer me advice or suggestions or blame. Someone who'd just listen. Listen to ME for once, damn it.