I can feel the wheels of my subconscious working instensly. Sleep is fraught with anxiety, past selves, and doubts. There’s something bothering me on a level I can’t acknowledge or communicate.
I feel like a failure as I wait, unknowing but feeling intensity.
I try to distract, but everything feels pointless. There is stress and a scream trapped inside, voiceless while I wait numbly to give it words.
I feel I am separate selves. Subconscious and Conscious, waiting on each other and trying to be okay.
(P.S.: I’m okay. A little down, because it’s been a long week of mehhhhhhhh, but sometimes I need to write out all the weird feelings to start feeling better)