The world is so overwhelming and just registers on my radar as ‘too much’. Always. I know not everyone knows what those words mean. It means that something, everything, nothing, is too intense for me and I’m way overwhelmed. Like trying to shower, but instead of a shower, Continue reading “Too much”
I wish I knew what to say to you. I don’t.
You want to give up. Cry Eliza, cry. It’s okay. You know, he’s given you a gift – AH. Hurting you enough that you can cry about it. You let something in, I think he’s the only thing (person in this case) that you’ve ever really let in. I guess maybe that’s why he’s the first thing you’ve cried about in years. Continue reading “Letter to myself: 12th March”
They finally begin to overflow
Trickle slowly down
Forming a path Continue reading “Tears”
I haven’t written to myself in a long while. Maybe I should do so now. Not exactly sure what I want to hear, but will see.
Just breathe. In and out. Properly breathe. Calm down. You’re okay Eliza.