I created ladders on my arm to escape the darkness but the ladders only lead to more oblivion.

I didn’t want to die, the pills were there because I already felt like I was dying.

Cleaning makes me feel more normal when I feel anything but normal.

I want to sleep until I can wake up and feel content with my surroundings and myself.

Sometimes being awake is scarier than any nightmare I conjure up on my own.

I feel everything and nothing all at once.