I feel unworthy. Like I'm simply a body floating around supposedly having my life together but in reality having no clue what I'm doing.
I feel unloved. Like I can disappear....
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all.
My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions.
My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life.
The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking.
There is no need to understand.
There is no need to feel pity.
This is Thursday.