I don’t know how many nights I’ve spent crying on my bathroom floor, or how many times I’ve talked to a god that doesn’t exist. I don’t know who I am, or what I want. I don’t know where you are or if you ever think of me. I don’t know what any of this means and I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay. I just want something, anything, to make sense. I just want to feel again. I’m so tired.
