constipated

stuck. very stuck.

i hate myself.

i don't even know where i am going anymore.

hide me. i'm scared. i don't have the courage to move forward cos everything i do is wrong.

i feel so dirty and gross and unnice and sinful.


and most importantly,
i am exhausted. literally fatigued. but i can't even stop to rest.

i wish i could cry, but i can't. cos i'm so broken i don't even know what to cry about.



how does paul do it? i don't know. he must be superman.