By Connor Peters
It weighs me down, knowing I’m susceptible. I thought I could turn it off. I thought I could stop the irrational reaction to something that shouldn’t matter at all. I thought I had built walls strong enough, walls solid enough, that nothing could slip in–could slip away. Now that you’re slipping away, I’m torn between crying and not caring. How’d you get in, anyhow? I thought I was immune to caring, but clearly I’m affected. I don’t want to be pulled out of my shell, but I’m practically begging you. Take me with you. Damn it, take me with you. Somehow, you… you cracked my walls.