When someone asks me how I am, I can’t find the words to say, just, like… y’know… fine… But as soon as it gets late, and I should be in bed, it’s like a dam breaches, and all the words I needed earlier come flooding out. In no sensible order. And with nowhere to go.
I am hurting too much. And the only way I can think to make it go away is to hurt myself.
My head is not a good place to be tonight.