Are all they are. Meaningless. Pointless. But they feel strong. Impact more than they should. Make you curl in on yourself. Emotionally compromised and insecure in the darkness. You cry to yourself. Will yourself to not feel. Feel nothing.. If you feel nothing, then you are better than these silly moments.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Why can I not let it be?
My despair has expanded. I am unable to do anything right. Or, so I feel. My depression is tickling the curve of my ear. I can not hear the words. I can just feel the breathing. There is self doubt. I just feel mildly insecure. Not painfully. Just mildly. The stress and lack of sleep…