A Story.
I had collapsed in the bathtub, begging someone to come pick me up. But I knew better. No one was here. I felt hopeless, scared, worried, afraid… Weak. I’m a strong person, and I felt stripped of everything I was. How do you get over that feeling of not being you? The tears came next. I couldn’t help it. I was overloaded with emotions, and pain throbbing in and out of my skull. I cried over things I promised myself I wouldn’t get upset over. Left-over feelings came trushing through my core-I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. Oh God, someome make it stop. More tears, more pain. Please make it stop… Oh god…. How did I get so fucked up? How does this cause so many fucking problems? What the fuck even happened for me to get here? Please…