2025/01/23 - It’s Thursday, past midnight.

I can’t sleep. My insecurities won’t shut up. 

This feeling of ugliness has overcome me. 

It’s so overwhelming. I can’t see anything. 

I’m longing for a love that feels like my body is engulfed in flames. 

Winter is kissing my skin. 

The bedroom window at 5 in the morning. 

I’m sorry. 

       I’m sorry. 

              I’m sorry. 

I don’t love myself. 

I simply cannot satisfy your hunger. 

The bane of my existence is feeding on my every thought.

What am I to do? Where am I to go? 

There’s a fog straight ahead. 

I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I can’t hear. 

I’m nothing, everything, anything. 

I can be undone. 

Empty. 

Alone.