Old Wound

2008

-Window-

I'm so fucking lost. This is not how I remember being or feeling. Everyday I feel like shit, and its getting worse and worse. Constant knots in my stomach, making me want to hurl with every breath I take. I fucking hate this. How could I let this happen again. I was so careful.

As if my subconscious is doing all the work and I'm just ridding along. I'm loosing control. No, I already lost control. I'm in neck deep. I feel helpless. I was so careful.