Very true. Very ugly self that I can’t come to terms with, can’t quite confide in anybody. It’s a little disgusting for me to look back at what I’ve written, like I’m some helpless, spineless, pathetic form of a person. Sometimes my emotions can only play ring around the Rosie for so long. They’re like fluctuating tides that only really move back and forth, even though time continues to move forward. Like I’m a glitch in reality. I think I’m going somewhere, but I am only in the same place. I think I’d like to disappear somewhere in there one day.