Sometimes it feels like so many people make demands of me, they’re crawling inside my skin and hollowing out everything that makes me unique, different, me. I feel guilty when I do things for myself, and those things are never enough to settle me out, smooth my nerves. I don’t do things for myself, and I’m awake at 4am just to get a little peace and quiet, which never lasts as long as I need it to. I’m tired of standing alone. Tired of feeling ruts and cages locking around me.
Tired of whining on Tumblr to anyone bored enough to listen.
I wish I was less of a mess.