what do you do when your whole life is a constant cycle of self loathing self doubt self pity and the painful process of trying to rebuild and remake yourself into something stronger
what do you do when you’re out of construction supplies or the wood’s been eaten away by termites or the nails have turned rusty and brittle and your entire being is a tower made of paper
what do you do when it hurts to cry but when you don’t your insides twist and knot until you find yourself dry heaving over the toilet bowl, stone tiles digging into your knees and making your world feel cold and hard
what do you do when you can’t look the ones you love in the eye because some of them care, and a few care a lot, and all you want is to disappear because you’re such a horrible burden on everybody else
somebody please tell me the answer