sandwich tears

Once, someone I knew offered to make me a sandwich.  The gesture sent me behind the closed door of the bedroom, sobbing into the duvet.

I am woeful (yes, woeful) when I realize that simple interactions can fill me with such pain.  Thinking of that makes me scared to face the world.  You are the only one you can count on to care about yourself, right?  It's a frightening and lonely thought.