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.
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