Today was an off day. I couldn't bring myself to even change, or even try to look decent.
I could feel the dysphoria eat me up, like a quick snack for it to taste.
I could feel the anxiety set in, then the depression.
I woke up early, too early. My body couldn't function right as I cried for peace. Now I just want it to sleep.
I feel this weight set in, too.
The weight of regret for ever not being enough. The weight of hurting anyone.
There are days I'm glad I could never succeed, but today was one where I wanted something to finally push me off the edge.
I'm tired of this body. I'm tired of this mindset.
I just want to aim a gun to my head and get it over with.
But I have a future ahead, some changing to do.
So for now, this'll do.
