I am sorry for being a terrible person. I am sensitive and it is hard for me to exist in this world.
I have a hard time going to work and committing to work and school and jobs.
I hate that part of me. I hate that people can’t trust me.
I am an honest person, I am just tired and out of place.
This feeling persists.
Sometimes it’s easier to stay in bed and not move for hours?
I wish I could explain this…spell it out eloquently and in serenity.
You were beautiful but created dust.