I'm Real.

I Love Questioning If I'm Real Every So Often.

I am so normal and so mentally well. Everything goes right for me all the time and everything works out in the end. Literally all the stars could align and I could have a great day and then next thing I know it's 2am and I don't feel real.

I'm tired. I'm overwhelmed. I'm stuck.

I want to rip my skin off. I feel like theres bugs in it.

Would it be a surprise if I mentioned I'm not on meds? Do I know exactly what's wrong with me? No I just know *something* is. Crazy tech.

Hell on earth. If I could just be normal and be real this would be so much easier. I wish I could stop feeling like a fraud at work.

Just wanna curl up into a ball and rock back and forth, but instead I'm forcing myself to write so I can feel grounded I guess.

“Does it even matter? I could never tell Oh, maybe I am nothing Maybe I am all” ― "Spoken For" by Flavor Foley