Vicious, vicious cycles.

I’m trapped in my own head.  I worry that I’m stuck.  Worrying that as hard as I try not to make the same mistakes, I make different mistakes and the results are the same anyway.

I’m more and more afraid of everything.  I can’t even talk to the people I’m closest too; I can’t physically get the words out.

 

Some days I’m just fine.  And those days are the worst; the good days make the bad days feel that much worse, and I remember the rest of the world keeps going without me.

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About ducksarebitches

I'm a painter, a drummer, a student, and currently unemployed. I also appreciate cats and a bit of light debauchery, but not at the same time or for the same reasons.
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