As long as everything looks pretty and undisturbed on the outside, that's all that matters, right? But it's like the world is getting too heavy, and I can't hold it anymore. Sure, others can help, but how long will that last until they get bored, and go to help someone else instead? And the weight of it is distorting everything normal, and staining everything, so it's not pretty anymore.

I feel like I'm a kid who just won't let it go. And after everything is over, I'm the one left standing there, wondering what I just did. And I can't figure it out. I can't figure it out.