Sometimes I cannot breathe and I don’t know why
Sometimes it feels like the weight of all existence is splayed out in front of me and there’s no way to understand any of it
Sometimes my stereo skips and I think it’s you calling
Sometimes I don’t think I’ll survive if you don’t
Sometimes I think I was given the ability to feel too much or nothing at all
and there is no inbetween and there is no balance
Sometimes I want so badly to say the exact right thing at the exact right time
Sometimes I try to eat something, take three bites, and throw it away
Sometimes I think I really can solve the problem
Sometimes I think I’m full of shit
Sometimes I think too much
Sometimes I don’t think at all
314/365 // staring at a dead end now; looking for another way out
315/365 // I’ll try again