It's getting harder to hide it. That look I know that's in my eyes when I'm depressed. Everyone asks if I'm okay, or what's wrong. I can't answer that. You'll think of me differently because of what's going on in my head. You wouldn't understand that. Fucks sake. I just don't know how to talk about it. My want for intimacy. It seems selfish. My partner just doesn't want to, and I've always understood but...I have this longing for it now. It's my love language. I guess I just didn't know how much it would affect me. I want to be touched. Held. Like I'm going to dissappear the next day. That's my truth.