Sometimes I just want to tell myself, STFU. Nobody cares. Even if they do, what can they do? Nothing. Because it's all in your head. You got to stop all these thoughts. You've got to stop all these. You got to get your shit together. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm really trying.
I'm exhausted.
"But I used to be quite resilient. Gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary. Now the wound has begun to turn. Another lesson that has gone unlearned. But this is not a cry for pity, or for sympathy."
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