I’m sad, and stressed, and exhausted, and a whole lot of over things all wrapped up inside me.
I don’t want to eat, I can’t sleep, and when I do, I now how terrible nightmares that wake me up thinking if they were real.
I don’t understand how my body can take so much, it keeps pushing me even though every day is now a struggle.
I’m scared of how long this is going to last.
I get home, and cry, and cry, and cry.
I’m not sad, that’s the problem. I’m all these other emotions and worries that attack every string in my body and it makes me sad.
I honestly don’t know how much longer I can take this, every morning I have to force myself out of bed to face people.
When in all honesty,I’d rather stay in an empty house out in the middle of nowhere and just be there. With no one but me and this house, learning about each other’s lives.
I’m a lot of ‘things’
I don’t know how long I can be all these ‘things’