You know what I've realized? That some problems do not go away, no matter how long ago it happened, or how many times you confided in others. It remains a knot in your heart, fresh as an open wound. And anything you do can trigger the pain, even as simple as doing laundry, or simply when night falls and all is quiet, and you feel more alone than ever.
What's wrong? Nothing's wrong, but nothing's right either.
