Recently it's been feeling a little like claustrophobia.
There's too much that's falling apart in my hands, too much ill that I'm seeing.
Too much I'm just not motivated to do, too much I refuse to do on principles I can't even explain properly.
Too much anger, too much hurt kept silent.
Too much I can't do to help other people.
Sometimes I feel like a failure, like I can't get myself out of this rut I've dug.
I'm an emo mess sometimes, bear with me.
It'll be better tomorrow.