Faulty Wiring #001

I feel a distinct lack-of-connectedness with everything.

There’s a vague desperation localized somewhere between my chest and my stomach.

There’s also this mental dropping sensation.

I am falling apart and I have no one to hold me together… just me. It’s empowering and horrifying at the same time.

I want to be a grown up, and to grow up.

I want to prove myself, to myself.

I want writing to save me.

I want to mark this planet before I die.

I want to be loved.

I want to cry the way I need to but I can’t.

… I should be writing.