I’m sick of having to try to regulate the constant ups and downs of my emotions to seem somewhat “sane.” Overthinking everything and anything. Picking apart every single thought in my head and pulling out every thread until it’s nonsensical. Repeating traumatic words and phrases like a shitty pop song on the radio. My daily schedule revolving around the time between texts. Feeling so disgusted by myself that I feel my jeans getting tighter and tighter around my waist without even doing anything. I want to rip them off. I want to get off this train and pull my hair. Run and run and run and scream into the fucking abyss until I damage my vocal chords.