I honestly think I am losing it. There are times when I thought I was alright, then I realized that just alright wasn’t cutting it. I wasn’t doing anything to make me feel satisfied about myself. I was digging myself a grave slowly and I didn’t know how to get out of it. The cycle of rage that I was in was infinite. I knew who I was angry at, I knew why but I couldn’t vent it out. Instead of dealing with it, I chose to ignore the warning bells in my head and lived a seemingly nothing life by drifting around in shadows before I could help myself.
I engrossed myself in petty things without a care. I stopped caring period.
I wanted to disappear.
Until I realized that I was broken already.
I feel like Humpty dumpty. All the kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t put humpty togethere again