Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

When heaven breaks, who fixes it?

Sometimes, all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.

I am not keeping my distance because it is uncomfortable for me, but because it is uncomfortable for them.

The only person who suffers, when you squirrel alway all that hate, is you.

Most people who offer their help do it to make themselves feel better, not us. To be honest, I don't blame them. It's superstition: If you give assistance to the family in need... if you throw salt over your shoulder... if you don't step on the cracks, then maybe you'll be immune. Maybe you'll be able to convince yourself that this could never happen to you.