Today, I feel like I have utterly failed every single person I want to come through for.
Shame is a physical feeling, a weight that won't let you pick your eyes all the way up.
It's a dread, waiting for the curtain to drop and the world to see you naked and broken.
It's easy to try and forget. There are so many damn distractions in this world,
they want you to forget. Our whole fucking system is a mass of people trying to forget.
But here I am, I sit here and breathe. I am awake to it. The pain, the guilt.
Nothing will make me shut my eyes to the world, I'm still here.
and glad for it.