haven’t puked from stress in a long time…
fuck my fucking life. this is the most stressed I’ve ever been.
I’m sad tonight.
I think and I sink. I sink into memories of smiles and melding. Melding of two that were once held as one. The memory sits in my throat like acid. It hangs behind the eyes in a masking persona and spreads to extremities like a burning disease. A jagged shell beginning to form, blocking what was once free flowing. It will eventually consume in an all too familiar way.
You might ask me if I’m ok.. Well you might need to help me answer that.