I wish I wasn’t me all the time. On verge of tears thinking about how much I don’t know who I am or who I want to be. I…don’t…know. What to do when I wish my skin to rapture and me be released from this vessel that is me. I’m not unhappy, I just don’t know how to take this reality in. It sucks a great deal. It sucks so much having nothing, to be nothing. Words cannot hold me. Dissolve me. Make me whole. Smoke my brains out. Just don’t let me suffer another second. Every solved problem is like taking another Jenga block out and just putting it on top, only less stable. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! I wish to smash shit apart, in me, around me, I’m the hurt animal bitting every hand, scratching every forearm. I BITE but only because I HURT. It’s exhausting to hurt this much. Can the tears come already.