All I ever to is remind myself of how shitty I used to be and I hate myself for it. I lost everything because I was so selfish and I’m tired of being here with all this regret. Everything is getting bad again but I don’t have a release anymore. I don’t want to be how I used to but at least my feelings were constant.
I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.
Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.
I’m so incredibly stressed out lately that it feels like my head is going to burst open. I have these constant headaches and persisting panic attacks like there is always something missing.
