18/12/22, 5:13AM

I'm starting to dread the moment I wake up, again. Thought I had finally gotten better, thought things were going well.

I'm just tired, oh so tired.

Everything is going too fast, I'm growing up too quickly; people come and people go without leaving me time to adjust.

Everything's too loud, everything's too quiet.

My mother is my other half, I wish to fall asleep in her embrace. My mother is my nemesis, I wish to saw the thread that binds us together.

I'm still a child, I'm already a woman. Find a partner and settle down but I wish I could play pretend one last time.
Craving comfort and body heat from strangers, struggling to care and love.

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