Feelings

I dug my own grave.

Everything’s cluttered at this point, and I’m not liking it.

This feeling is so foreign I don’t even recognize myself.

Did I make a wrong move?

What have I done?

Is there any way I can reverse it?

Aaaaah.

I’ve never been this uncomfortable in a while.

The optimistic/trying-to-be-mature side of myself tells me to endure, that it’s going to get better

The stubborn side tells me otherwise, that I can’t do this and it’s too much

God.