I'm sorry I keep fucking everything up. I get tired of myself sometimes too, but there's not really a whole lot I can do about it.

I keep burning my nose, my eyes, my insides with every breath I take. But it doesn't scare me because sometime I'll go away. The burning will stop. Someday. Yes, someday.

Now I feel the tiny threads that used to hold me together begin to unravel, like the tides of my life that wash up and down the shore. They pull together tightly and roll gently back, letting up their grasp, making me feel like I'm coming apart. And maybe I am, and maybe it's for the better. But I can't tell right now. No, I'm unsure.