My Journey

My feelings are sharp and tangled. They’re strong and confused. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what I want. Everything is falling apart and at the same time coming together. My life is a paradox, and I’m stuck trying to decipher what this literary device of a life even is. It’s my own personal hell, and I’m done drowning in the flames. I want clarity, and I can’t find it through the fog of disappointment I’m constantly thrown into.

And no, I’m not sorry. I’m not okay. I’m not going to pretend all of this is okay. I’m done.