I find myself yanking at the threads.Continuously pulling and watching it all slowly unravel. There’s no stopping it. It’s done mindlessly. It has become my routine. Losing focus and pulling away.
A life inside the frame.Walls that protect and secure. The same walls that can also cage. Existence feels like it has the power to be expansive and confined all at once.
Whenever it feels like everyone is keeping their distance from me I try not to blame myself.Instead I just imagine they're all seeing the same therapist. And that therapist is a bastard. (1)
Nothing feels real to me anymore.All of my reactions, thoughts, emotions…I don’t feel like any of it belongs. Like I’ve taken over mid-consciousness and am supposed to try to just figure it out the rest of the way. I don’t know where any sense of my clarity has drifted. So hard to... See More »
