fuck

alone, overwhelming, veiled, stuck in a glass bubble where the world is distorted feeling is consuming me and I'm not sure what to do about. With every step, someone's yanking the rug out from under me and I don't know if I can regain my balance this time. I just want to crawl in bed and stay there for months. but only if there is something sharp in reach. oh, not again, and again and again. but it is the only thing that gets me through. better than the alternative, right? I'm going to shatter into a million pieces next time I get shaken. and i feel like i am all alone in this. and i deserve that. i'm breaking. composure gone. I'm done.