i don't know



I feel inadequate. A lot. People around me make it seem so easy to not feel. But every cell of skin feels my emotions run through my nerves making my skin feel small, choking my skin. And I let the perceptions of what life should be take over me. My heart knows it's a facade I am falling for. But my mind, my mind likes to fight with my heart and remind it how weak my nerves are - that I have panic attacks, that I don't like crowds, that facing my own self can be daunting. I guess it's just one of those phases. But this time, the uncertainty seems thicker than before. And I don't know if I'll get out and be able to be.