touching anything

[adrinna]

injured, somehow. *remember it has been nearly 10 years. the 10-year-ago me moved here alone... if you asked the now me to do something like that i'd probably eat myself from the inside out with anxiety. most of the time i feel like a crying child pushed into the corner. trying to disappear, trying to squish into the smallest possible speck. it's enough to exist, but i fear change. so much more than ever. an ironic sort of existence, i feed on novelty but consume myself with anxiety over it.

i think today may bring a tiny little one to L & J. sparkling with happiness for them, somehow i knew it would also be this lovely.

and i heal, and try not to break again.