I stopped talking. I didn’t want to keep on touching the wound while it’s healing. But sometimes, people can’t avoid touching it themselves. They try to take a peek, pulling the bandaid a little and ask if it’s okay, if it’s healing, or what I am doing to make the healing process faster. Then they would suggest other options, ask questions I was never asked before, and my mind would run wild again to look for answers. I’m so tired, really. I wish I could just move and start anew, where people would not ask me about what happened, where I wouldn’t need to take off the bandaid from time to time. I wish I’d be okay.