I feel like I'm suffering the most painful death on the inside, and on the outside, I'm showing no emotion. I feel like I can't get high enough right now.
I hate change. I feel like I can't breathe right now, when I think about the next little while.
I don't know if I'm dying or already dead these days.
I had a conversation with myself in the mirror today, reassuring myself that I will be able to get through this. Because it's hard to tell sometimes.
Everything's hard these days, even the little things.
Then the depression hits, but that's another story all in itself.
Change is a bitch.