Today I want to say nevermind, life.
Today I feel like I’m in survival mode, fending off random tears because I don’t understand why I’m here, merely surviving.
Today I want to end and tomorrow I’m not certain I want to begin.
Today I am present enough to know I need connection but depressed enough not to reach out.
Today I am full. Of grief, of sadness, of depression. Of feeling like a fuck up. I can’t fit anything else in.