Broken strings, left hanging there.

Snip, snip, snip. Strings became unattached. I feel so helpless and weak these days. I'd choose not to speak a word because the moment I need to speak would be, "I'm okay, and I'll be fine." I hate to say I'm okay when I'm not. Feelings suppressed within. Hard. To. Breathe.

I cannot sleep well at night. Eyes straining on the lights from the small screen for three nights straight.

Sigh, I just need a space to run my emotions freely for a tiny while.

Everything will be okay in the end, if it's not okay, it's not the end.


Don't ask.