So much anger and frustration.
I feel so insane. I don’t know which way is up or which way is down. Don’t know what to think or even how to feel. Or rather, how to acknowledge my feelings.
So much pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.
Feeling crushed. Wishing I could die.
I’m sitting here stuffing my face with chocolate chips. My comfort. I cry out to God, wondering if He hears, wondering if He cares.
One day I doubt my resolve to leave. The next, I have no doubt. Only fear.
So much pain. Unreality. Insanity.