Believe me when I say that it is the small subtle things that cut into me like a blade.
It's funny how I've felt this way for so long but it never gets any easier to deal with.
Would you always
maybe sometimes
make it easy?
Think. Cry. Nap. Live. Insomnia. Repeat. I'm happy with the way the barrel is rolling, but I'm also not.
You're the problem, but you're also the solution. so help me out a bit here. I don't want to be doomed to always be caught in this cycle of maybes.