Do I have printer paper?

I feel like I'm falling apart. I don't even know how to wake up anymore. Why don't I have patience anymore? Why is it just me? This is what I was so afraid of. I am so tired of hearing white lies and excuses. They did not give that to you; you are taking. Why does it feel like the world is so heavy on my shoulders? I genuinely just want someone to check up on me. I don't want to keep being asked "how have you been feeling" every day to check to see if I've got it. Why can't my emotional well-being and mental health be addressed? Why the fuck do I care? I've been crying over shit that happened seven years ago. Am I that damaged? I keep making poor decisions and I am so fucking scared. Am I becoming unhinged?

Tune in next week to see if the Violent Femme and her Koi will save the day.

Unhinged

I woke up on the right side of the bed today. I woke up next to the most beautiful person. I kissed him goodbye and went back to my cocoon. I thought I was ready. I started my day and tried to channel my inner-extrovert, but in doing so I nearly drained myself completely. I couldn't imagine tackling the rest of my day. I thought I was ready. Maybe it's because Mondays are so heavy. I thought I was strong enough to carry the weight. How will I ever survive? It might be unfair to compare my efforts. Maybe it isn't so black and white. My tarot reading mentioned I should find a balance between my life. I feel like I'm breaking.