I have come to a point of utter anxiety. I feel it cold on my skin. I feel it rising up in my chest, like some great beast desperately trying to claw its way up and out into the world. I honestly don't have a clue what I am doing. I think about things I shouldn't. I miss people that I should be angry with. Through all of this, I still cannot
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i don't need a hug that much anymore, but if i remember correctly, you hand out the best in the business.
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