stiff body, mind of glass. where do i go? i'm not hungry but everything aches. i don't feel i've made any progress and existing feels miserable.
learned helplessness. i hate you. you're barely part of me and i'm working to be better. why can't i just feel my body, emotions or desires?
porcelain doll. living in a world full of hammers and nails. i feel scuffed and broken, a smile of fragments decors my face. nothing is felt
head of steel, emotions of silk. i fear i won't make it. i want to, but the hours tick like seconds and the weeks like minutes. does anyone willigly gift their time?
words. words. words. so much processing and sifting. my eyes are tired of staring at my soul, trying to walk with it. will this ever get easier?