I’m worn to a frazzle. It’s like my thoughts are scattered all over, and my brain is crumbling apart. I can’t seem to pick up the pieces, to hold myself together to get things done. Trials are so soon, but I’m so caught up in this sudden struck of sadness. A hollow yearning for nothing in particular grew into vines of insecurities that wrap around my blood vessels and run all over the internal of me. It’s paralysing.
Sometimes I just don’t know how to think like how I ought to think.