You're Sinking.
You're Sinking Hannah. Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul. The word "thoughts''. Is quite terrifying, really. This simple word controls every aspect in your life if you think about it. Everything that matters anyway. Sometimes I lay there with hot tears rolling down my cheeks thinking about the hatred I have developed towards my own thoughts. They swallow my brain whole most nights. One after another pouring in, tearing away at any confidence I have tirelessly attempted to build in myself. I feel a sliver of pride in an accomplishment or obstacle I have overcome, immediately following that is a simple "thought". You're sinking Hannah...you're not going to rise above enough for just a gasp of air. Sure, you've done this right but it's only a matter of time before your whole world comes crashing down. again. It's almost as if no matter what I do, those thoughts are lingering in the background. Hannah...you are ...