You wouldn’t like the person that I’ve become.
I’ve let the stress and pressure consume me. I don’t use other people as lifelines anymore; I’m drowning too deep. I choose work over experiences. I get anxiety and panic regularly. I don’t sleep very much anymore. When I’m tired, I’m kind of an asshole. I’m kind of an asshole a lot of the time. I’m scared to meet new people; it doesn’t take much to realize that I don’t have much together. I’m more of a liability than a pillar of support. My mind stopped wandering to the place it shouldn’t be; it took up fulltime residence. I don’t know what I love anymore and that breaks my heart. I’m glad you haven’t seen me. I’m afraid you would hate me.