Weak.

My sister's recent boyfriend decided it was okay to message some girl and try to get back with her then she found out about it and got totally upset.
I, the supportive and extremely defensive sister, kicked into momma bear and decided to tell him off in person and treat him like he's a piece of shit. I'm talking if you were a bystander, you'd be scared shitless.
I threw at his face every dirty word on urban dictionary to explain to him how much of a low life he is and how if he "loved" her so much he wouldn't have hurt her.
Then I realized, I am such a hypocrite. I let my boyfriend toss me like a garden house salad and then just dump me in the trash every time.
I'm weak, but I present a strong front and sometimes those who know me well enough can unwrap my packaging and realize that maybe I don't use much ethos to prove that my advice is valid.

Meet you in the Rye, Catch.

Alone.

this feeling. I'm not so sure what it is. Throughout these past few days I've felt like everything has been drained out of me. Physically, Mentally, Emotionally. I don't care to do anything. I've turned into an absolute introvert who doesn't even care enough to reply to my own boyfriend. He says I'm scaring him. But maybe I'm scaring myself; not wanting to have anything to do with anything, too effortless to even murmur a simple hello to passing family members among the house. Thrilled to know that I will have a couple hours in the house alone. Everything seems to frustrate me: conversations seem meaningless and a waste of breath, tasks seem pointless, and nothing is on TV. I do not fear that I am going through a depressive state, rather I fear that I may not get out of it fast enough.

Meet you in the Rye, Catch.