Once again, I am announcing to the void that I've been having a terrible time. I haven't been writing, reading, or listening to music. I've only been stitching for hours like a crazy old woman. I'm not exaggerating. I really have been stitching day and night.
There's so much going on in my head right now, I don't where to start from. But if I don't start it won't stop. But how do I start?
Sometimes I think, just what exactly happened that made me feel so horrible? What exactly happened to me that I'm so goddamn unhappy? And why is it so hard to get back on track?
And above, you'll see how I keep throwing random questions in my mind all around. Like I'm pretending to be a saint who knows deep stuff but no, I'm just a phony.
Once again, I'm announcing to the void that I'm still trying. And I will forever. I'll try bad. I'll try to go on. I don't know how, but I know I will.
*a note for myself, but maybe for you too*
Repeat after me : Cutting isn't good. Cutting doesn't make me feel good. Cutting never made me feel good. Cutting doesn't work. I won't cut.
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
