I know things aren’t sunshine and rainbows, that I often overlook things because I want to feel something other than emptiness or sadness. Change it to something else—for someone to understand me, for someone to see me, like I’m looking through glass. To feel some sense of comfort rather than the loneliness I often feel inside.  You call me these sweet things, like a tune of lullabies, and act differently other weeks, like you didn’t. It always leaves me so surprised.