things are getting so hard and scary. i wish i had someone to truly confide in. it hurts. i am afraid, aching, and guilt ridden. in these, i am alone. i've never had tears drop from both eyes at the same time in such synchronization. i've never felt more afraid—only once have i. only when the glass was on my pinky. only when i was six. i wish i could alleviate this. i wish someone could truly help with this. i feel alone in my head again, and i don't know what to do. i feel the glass, not on my pinky, but across the room. the gap between us keeps getting narrower, doesn't it? i don't know what to do again. there's nobody to turn to, there never has been. do you know this feeling? i know it sounds simple, but something about its ache is so complex it makes my bones hurt. please tell me you don't know the feeling anymore. i don't think we can keep this up if i'm still all alone. please hear me, please understand my ache without knowing it yourself.
5/8/19
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holding on; 2019
Non-Fictioni never expected to be here for this. i did not think the need would let me go. i can still feel it's grip, but i might as well hold on as well. it's only fair-isn't it? a self-documentation.
