it feels like i've travelled back in time, to when i was nine. when nothing made sense, and nothing ever seemed fine.
unsettled and anxious all day long, nauseous and trembling all night long. i must have company even at 3 o'clock.
" i'm sorry, " i say, as i wake my mum up. " but i'm feeling really scared and i need your help. " she gets up and pulls me into a tight embrace, and right then and there my tears trickle down.
why am i like this? why am i acting this way? is is too much to be sane for one day?
YOU ARE READING
not fine
Randoma collection of my more personal works that don't really have a place to go
