If I had to pinpoint the one thing about myself I resent more than anything else, I know exactly what it would be.
I have an absolutely devastating, dehumanising inability to deal with sorrow.
I just... stop.
Whilst my subconscious mind is buzzing away in the far reaches of my brain, desperately trying to find light in the troubling situation, urgently seeking out the very well concealed positivity I like to believe is still somehow there... my conscious mind goes on hiatus, and I simply cease to function as a human being.
I just blank.
And that's exactly what my past couple of days have been.
And it's sure as hell not easy trying to explain why.
But here goes.