Right now I'm in between. It's like I'm balancing, but just just. I'm between falling and gaining control to stand again.
Like the smallest gust of wind could push me over the edge and it's just enough for me not to tip but not nearly as enough as would be necessary to prevent the inevitable.
I'm float in space somewhere between nowhere and anywhere else.
I can still feel the sadness.
It's dull.
But only at its lowest.
When it's on medium I feel it like an annoying itch.
I would hate to know what happens when it's on high.
Although stressful situations are standardised now.
I can deal with things calmly.
I don't stress as easily.
I'm still super tired.
I still want to be somewhere else or not be at all.
I still feel hopeless.
And I don't care.
