10/18/2020

We're all walking around.

Walking around like we didn't just watch the same show on Netflix last night.

But if I didn't post it, did it really happen.

If I don't kill myself, am I really broken?

You don't care enough and neither does anybody else.

Because we're all going through it, praying through the day, if you have enough sense to pray.

The hardest part is recreating someone different than who I thought I knew before...only to find out you're the same as all of the others.

My mind and mental state playing tricks on me.

My insecurities crying, dying that I just couldn't be who you wanted me to be.

I think I am really broken.