I'm torn between keeping all my loved ones close and shoving each and every human being in my life away because I'm just so tired of feeling so vulnerable and weak and therapy has just been emotionally exhausting for a month now, touching on some srs shit that's been buried down for so long. And today was absolutely no exception, with yet another break, and just...
I should not be so sick of life at the ripe age of 21. But I am and I'm frustrated and I wish I had more people to talk to, people that I can talk to and trust and get close to, and I just want to feel safe and welcome and warm and free for once in my life, dammit.
*flips everything*
I should not be so sick of life at the ripe age of 21. But I am and I'm frustrated and I wish I had more people to talk to, people that I can talk to and trust and get close to, and I just want to feel safe and welcome and warm and free for once in my life, dammit.
*flips everything*