Spiralling
I am the most irrational, melodramatic, over-the-top, selfish person ever. I'm well aware. I don't want you to worry, I just wish I could explain myself better. But stupid doesn't translate well into words. I'm miserable, that's the long and short of it. I'm miserable, but its all in my head I guess. You were my refuge and now I can't seem to relax and enjoy our time. I feel like I'm looking at you through a window. None of this makes sense. I'm not well.