treading water in an extremely dangerous and icy-cold ocean... I'm drowning...

life was not this complicated. Perhaps, I have brought it upon myself?

so conflicted inside... What am I supposed to feel at the moment?

finally moved on... Thank you for being here with me...

"And who gave you the right to take, intrusion? To see me? You put a knife in my back, shot an arrow in me..."

my arm hurts a lot... The insomnia getting to me?

this feeling of inner conflict

some time alone...

that things would've been better if I had not said so much and if we had never met at all

afraid and nervous at the moment, for an unknown reason. Could it be because of Monday?