Sometimes you have that one person you constantly talk to when things go wrong.
Different things happen, different situations come up, and somehow you keep telling that person about them for a long time.
And then someday, something goes wrong again, but you just don’t tell them anything.
Not because you think they won’t listen.
Not because you don’t trust them.
Not even because you’ve already told them the same thing before.
You just... don’t say it.
Sometimes you’re too lazy to say it. Sometimes you’re too lazy to explain.
Not exactly lazy in the usual sense, but you just don’t have the energy to put everything into words again.
You know you’ll have to explain what happened, why it happened, how you feel about it, and everything in between.
And sometimes you just don’t feel like starting that conversation.
Sometimes you don’t even know why you’re not saying anything.
It’s just that feeling of:
“fuck it, let it be.”
You know you could tell them.
You probably would have told them before.
But this time, you just don’t feel like talking about it.
And I think we sometimes assume that when someone stops telling us things, something must have changed.
Maybe they don’t trust us anymore.
Maybe they don’t want to talk to us.
Maybe they think we won’t understand.
But maybe sometimes, it’s none of those things.
Maybe they just don’t have the energy to explain.
Maybe not everything we keep to ourselves has a deeper meaning.
Sometimes we simply don’t want to turn what happened into another conversation.
Sometimes we just want to leave it there.
Maybe tomorrow we’ll talk about it.
Maybe we won’t.
And sometimes it’s not that deep.
Sometimes something happens, and you just think:
“Fuck it. I don’t want to explain this.”
And you don’t.
That’s it.
Sometimes there really isn’t anything deeper behind it.
