I feel sick
Sigh.
Stressing out sucks. But I cannot help but be stressed.
I am horribly worried.
I have not the faintest idea what is to happen. I pray for the best. I pray that I make it. Even if just by the shallowest scratch.
My heart is not at ease. My heart is not settled. My brain is at a constant confounding loop.
My head hurts.
I have talked about it, around it, to it. But somehow I feel like I just barely expose the magnitude of how it affects me. Maybe I am being too self-indulgent of my plight that I am blowing it out of proportions.
Reflecting. I am not proud of who I was and what I am.
I think if the worst happens I might just die inside. I will have to pick up all these shattered pieces and piece them back together one broken piece at a time.
Fucked.
Stressing out sucks. But I cannot help but be stressed.
I am horribly worried.
I have not the faintest idea what is to happen. I pray for the best. I pray that I make it. Even if just by the shallowest scratch.
My heart is not at ease. My heart is not settled. My brain is at a constant confounding loop.
My head hurts.
I have talked about it, around it, to it. But somehow I feel like I just barely expose the magnitude of how it affects me. Maybe I am being too self-indulgent of my plight that I am blowing it out of proportions.
Reflecting. I am not proud of who I was and what I am.
I think if the worst happens I might just die inside. I will have to pick up all these shattered pieces and piece them back together one broken piece at a time.
Fucked.