I'm occupying space, breathing but not living. I'm fucking everything up. I've screwed Jacob over, just by trying to feel better about myself. The funny thing is, that in an ideal world, without my screwed up head, I think we'd be good for eachother. I think I could love him.
It's as if the world is catching up with me, squashing me, killing me. Throttling the breathe out of me. I like to think that one day I'll actually be alive, as opposed to just living.
But I also thought I'd get better a long time ago. Funny that.
I know what you mean. Don't worry sweetie, it'll get better soon...
ReplyDeleteViolet
thank you so much for your lovely comments.
ReplyDeletei love you.
and you'll get through this. sooner or later, you will. i know you will.