sixela

stress. anxiety. i am having a hard time breathing. my stomach is in knots and my head is a mess.
there is never enough time in this world. people are never around long enough. no matter how many hugs or kisses you give or how many times you say i love you, it's never enough.

and i hate that i am often too timid to say what i really feel and ask for things that i need and want. one day soon i expect to explode. and no one will be around to pick up the pieces and put me together again.