like the rawr you lost.

I admit to still be waiting for an email I might never get,
I don't know why is it that I think she wouldn't forget.
Then again she was paid to give a damn.

I no longer understand why I have been believing that sanity is a choice.

I still get anxious. I still think of it being too much, needing to step back, locking myself inside the minute I'm out. Second guessing second guessing. My hands still get cold and tremble uncalled for. I still get the sort of rush that pushes me to the verge of crying just because I can't take the pressure not even present. My demons, they're calling me home. My mind, my mind my mind my mind my mind my mind my mind -

Don't mind me. I'm almost gone.

-riri-