I think that I’ve replaced sleeping at night with brainstorming ways to make everything okay again. So far, I’ve got nothing.
I just want this all to go away. I want to know that everything is going to be okay. I NEED to know that everything is going to be okay or else I’m not going to be okay.
The old me was made to get through these types of things. The new me is practically made of glass. One tiny rock tossed a little too hard and I’ll crack. Throw one any bigger and I will surely shatter.