Mind-numbing headaches. Going blank during random conversations. Very few hours of disturbed sleep. Early work hours. I finally realized that I'm exhausting myself beyond repair. I desperately need me-time. Don't confuse me-time with alone-time. I don't want alone-time.
I don't mind everyday drama. I don't mind not knowing how crazier tomorrow will be. I don't mind gluing back their broken hearts. That doesn't exhaust me. These are my reasons to live. Stop confusing my reality with something else. I'll be okay. I'll be okay if you stay. Stay.

 He won. A trophy, they said. I want to hear his voice. I want him to tell me himself so I can tell him how proud I am.