Sometimes I just don't have anything kind to say. Not to you, not even to myself. On any given days I'd sit myself down breathing in deep, asking myself how I should best feel, and what I should best say. But today, I just choose not to care and my not caring means, my not saying anything. At all.
I don't feel like making you feel better about yourself or less guilty of something I quietly blame you for. I don't feel like reconsidering whether or not I should even blame you in the first place! I don't care about making myself sound like I have everything under control and that all is well, deep down or on the surface. I don't feel like looking up for anything soothing and wise from any books just so I can make myself believe that I, in all of my beings, am not alone.
Sometimes, I just don't have anything kind to say. And today... is that time.