When life happens all at once

You look at the girl in the library, crying openly, for hours, stripping her grief naked for the world to see. She is worried about a job, Uni? You don't know, but the whole world knows she is going through a tough time. You look at her and feel jealous.

It has been decided that some people are the strong ones, the glass-is-half-full people. You are one of them. If something happens in your life, you are meant to tell everyone it will be fine, you are meant to push through. And you always do, because people usually do act the way people expect them to. Good or bad.

The girl in the library does not care about what others think about her, she needs help and she ask for it, with all her tears and sorrow. You look at her and think you wish you were her. You look at her and wish you can fall. You wish you can fall and know that someone will catch you. Fall and depend on others.

Your life is falling apart, you have to be in two places at once, and you don't know what to do. You are falling but keeping yourself up. With energy you wish you didn't have you are holding yourself up.

You are looking at the girl in the library, wishing that you can just fall too.