I'm not easily ticked off, but at the same time it's not hard to do when you touch on a sensitive subject. I just manage to cover up how much it bothers me. I give an awkward laugh and just fade out most of the time. But, when you really get to me, I either go really quiet, leave the room, give you a sharp but quiet comment, or all of the above. 

Why? Because anything more would result in me getting even more hurt. Whether intentional or not, that's what happens. I'm not quick with words, nor do I have snappy comebacks for everything, so my best defense is masking it. It's a subconscious thing I have, where I try to be alone and close out the people around me in order to rest and heal. I've done this since kindergarten, when I would climb trees or find little nooks outside the school building in order to just be at peace. I think that's partially why I love early mornings, rain, and fog so much. It's a healing kind of loneliness, nobody around, seeing a different kind of world.

But it's still lonely.

Then I found a safe haven. My life isn't suddenly sunshine and rainbows, but I'm not totally alone anymore. I think we just may be able to make it out together.