Probably needed a hug, but I distanced myself from everyone and kept going to sleep just to forget about everything over and over again. I didn't want to bother anyone, so I hid under the blanket like it could protect me from the world. I thought rest would heal me, but it only gave me a pause, not peace. Sometimes it feels easier to hide than to explain, easier to stay quiet than to risk being misunderstood. I keep telling myself I'm strong, that I don't need anyone, but deep down, a part of me still hopes someone notices. I never wanted to be distant. I just wanted to feel safe, to be held, and to rest without always pretending that I'm okay.