3/3/26

It’s been less than a month since I came back.

I’ve broken down six times.

Lost count of how many nights I’ve been awake.

Reality is a blunt knife.

It cuts me to blood, shatters me.

I know there’s love in me.

I know there’s light.

But right now, pain is more real.

Ugliness is closer.

It twists me, little by little.

I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

I’m holding my breath underwater.

I just want to disappear.