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.