There comes days where the over thinking starts, today is one of them.
Happy.
Beyond my escalated thoughts of suicides come thoughts of distant happiness that's not so distant. I know the paths to take and I know the stamina needed to overcome such hurdles as these but I don't know why I can't take the steps needed to pursue what I really want.
Emotions.
Not even my emotions but others. Emotions from people around me are beginning to suffocate me. I feel like it's going to be the death of me. I begin to talk about death again as though it's such an easy thing. You see, with a mind like mine, it's probably understandable how "easy" it is. I began my thoughts of anxiety these past hours and I feel like I came to a conclusion but once again I can't seem to take the measurable steps needed. Everything feels against me, it feels like I can't move once again.
Ease.
I wish someone would comfort me. Talk to me. Tell me words of wisdom and tell me things will turn out just fine. I crave comfort. I crave support. I feel so bare. I'm not strong enough to protect myself just yet. All I want is to curl into a ball and wait for April to come.
I need help.
