Some days. . .
. . . I don't know what to say. My mind is cluttered with so many things to tell you, I just don't know how to get them out to make any sense.
. . . I struggle with myself.
. . . I wonder if I'm doing what I'm meant to be doing. . . if I'm headed in the right direction.
. . . I'm terrified of what others are thinking.
. . . I want to cry but I'm too angry to. I don't want to feel anything.
. . . I wish I wasn't so tired.
. . . my heart needs to just open up and air out.