It’s like letters to unknown. Where you have what’s drafted deep in your mind; where it all made perfect sense to you. Where you thought could be projected out as simply as possible without confusion or misunderstandings.

And then you’re wrong. Because you know the facts and arguments pointed out in said draft made you look like a hypocrite. Like a liar. A fraud.

But you did not mean to sound or feel that way. You only knew what to feel and think in that moment of time. You only understood what your confusing mind could comprehend and you knew that it was unstable yet that was simply all you knew.

So you did the only thing you could: You hid. You ran away and hid in the darkest corner that you knew, the darkest corner you could find. You avoided confrontations so as not to give any jumbled explanations. Because you knew you needed to be alone with your horrible, terrible thoughts.

Because no one could understand them. Not even you.