I feel like I’m moving in slow motion.
Like I’m moving in slow motion and everything around me is moving
so fast, and I just wanna go back to when things were normal. When I
wasn’t laying on the bathroom floor. But I am. So I can’t.
And I’m- I’m just stuck, and there is all this pressure because everyone
is hovering around me waiting for me to do something.
Or say something, or flip out, or yell and cry some more and I’m happy
to play my part. I’m happy to say the lines and do whatever it is that
I’m supposed to be doing if it will make everyone feel more comfortable.
But I don’t- I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be this person.
I don’t know who this person is.
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