The deeper it is, the move I feel released from everything, but the more I regret doing this to myself
Kid I babysit: There's a monster under my bed!!
Me: That's silly, there's no such thing as mo...
Me: OH GOD IT'S TEARING MY ARM!
Me: Kidding. He only eats kids.
Me: Good night.
I just don’t know what to do with my self anymore, everything is weird and like I’m out of place, like i don’t belong. It doesn’t matter how perfect everything is or how happy i am something inside me creeps up and destroys my happy, breaks it into tiny unrecognizable pieces leaving me to try and fit them back together.
