I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I feel. All I know is I wish I could forget things. All I know is I wish I could go back to last March and stop myself from talking to a complete stranger who I had no business knowing. All I know is that I need to stop myself from craving the feeling of my stomach cramping when I don’t eat. All I know is that I have to stop wanting to cry. All I know is that I need to stop wanting to scratch the skin on my legs raw because I like when I feel something that resembles pain. All I know is that I want to love myself again.
But when when I look in the mirror I want to smash it until I don’t exist anymore.
I don’t want to exist anymore.
But I will.