Even when I have everything going for me, half of me is missing.
Is this how it’s going to be for the rest of my life? This hollow aching. Anxiety fighting to reach the surface. That rejection in the back of my head. Detached, unimpressed expressions.
Maybe I have nothing going for me. I suppose its a debate for another day, my smarter people, with a clearer head.
You really fucked me up. All of you.