[a/n: based off an old journal entry]
sitting in the corner of a cornerless room; is it okay to be uncertain about some things? i feel at war with myself everytime i am confused, as if i should already know the answers, and maybe i already do, but where do i look if i can't even comprehend reality?
if i am breathing deep while im at the bottom of the pool, where does that leave me? breathing in the toxic waters that pollute my mind- i am drowning, but i am not in any waters
somebody give me a glass of water. if i inhale it, it means i am not thinking straight, maybe i want to choke. i am not even thirsty
im looking at the window and i swear i can see your face, are you holding my hand as well? i cannot see my own face in the mirror unhung- i am losing my mind
[a/n : I do not care to check for correct grammar at this point, as much of a grammar activist I am..]
[a/n: as much as I should care about the grammar in this, I do not..]
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