I don’t think I can do this anymore. Living, I mean. I have already mutilated my hips to a point where they are almost unrecognizable. Unrecognizable is a good word. I, as a whole, am so unrecognizable to myself, but nobody else seems to have a problem with the recognition. They all think that I am still the girl that I was in high school, grade school, hell even a year ago. I just finished University and I have no idea how – this past year has been the roughest time that I have ever gone through, and it’s still going.
I’m just tired. I can’t carry all of these things anymore. I’m just ready to go, to feel relief. Those thoughts are scarily present every moment that I continue to breathe.
I’m just heavy. My heart, my soul, my limbs. Heavy.