It's worse at night. Laying in bed. Thought chasing thought. Wait, it this another panic attack? Or do I just feel this was naturally? Am I just hormonal or stressed or sad, why do I even have to think about this? There's this feeling inside of me. Fingers tearing on a gummy ball that doesn't stretch. … Bodyguard. weiterlesen


To my people that are homes

In sick and in health , in jealousy and pride I pledge to stand with you.  Fighting sleep and fighting demons . We're as strong together as we are divided . Introverts , extroverts .you're probably better than me but somehow were good together . you get me . I wish to curse out of … To my people that are homes weiterlesen