On all matters of sinking. And an exercise in self reflection gone awry.
Sinking into my bed, sinking into deep sleep, is what I need. I'm more tired than exhausted and I'm so frustrated that I want to break things. And again and again and again. I find myself suckered. Sinking into quicksand, where my feelings, thoughts, and opinions are trivialized, all for the low low price of cries of hurt and pain.