and i guess anxiety just has this way of fucking with me. broken glass in my head, and the screaming ocean, and i’m not going to even try to process these emotions.

and if no one’s here that’s fine, because anger will save me. and if i can’t think clearly until 1a.m. then i’ll just never sleep again maybe. and i’ll lash out preemptively. because if i scream loud enough, it has to mean safety.

and i’ll close the curtains, and turn the lights out. turn the lights out. turn the fucking lights out, because right now, i don’t want to see myself.

and the clouds slowly melt in my palms. and the brick-and-mortar walls start to crumble. where is my mind? i don’t think this is normal. 

and i guess anxiety just has this way of fucking with me. broken glass in my head, and the screaming ocean. and what are you talking about. what emotions?