Oh god I’ve been dealing with overwhelming insecurity for the past couple hours. I’ve been trying not to cry every time the urge hits and trying not to say much mainly because I feel like if I say anything I’m really just being whiny and pathetic because seriously, everyone I know has their own problems more serious than mine.
…do people react like I’ve grown a second head when I say “lather, rinse, repeat” when giving directions? It’s a legit thing to say. It started out on shampoo bottles and now I use it in everyday conversation.
For the past couple days I’ve been balancing on the knife’s edge between ennui and existential-crisis-panic. I teeter, cut myself on one, then wobble into the grip of the other. Where salt gets poured into the wound.