clumsy
Here’s an apple with a tougher skin. I don’t think I’ll ever fully grasp just how much I jeopardize my health. For the first time in my life, my physical health is more of a concern to me than my mental stability. It’s like I set myself up for failure, either by setting goals too high or expecting the worst outcome. I wanted to go into possible Addictive Personality Disorder, but I don’t believe that people should chalk these kinds of things up to whatever ailment they might have - especially if it’s based off of unreliable Freudian diagnoses.
I was exhausted five hours ago, and yet most of me refuses to get off of this damned thing. I can’t believe how easily I can become overwhelmed by negativity. Then again, negativity has made me who I am. I’m still trying to figure out what has incorporated itself within my barriers these seventeen years. My now hardly familiar barriers. Someone once compared this to an aneurysm. He was very right.
“It feels like it’s already over, but we can try. It feels like it’s already over, but no one tries.”
My shoulders feel so fragile sometimes. Something is ready to shatter.
