Sometimes talking feels like such a chore. Because it seems like i'm perpetually walking on ice, and with every baby step that i take, i look down and the ice always seems to be cracking. Like vines that spread and conquer and choke.

And before i know it, I am in the water. So why do i have to bother getting up and trying again? When all i ever wanted was just to walk and cross over to the other side.


I am freaking tired of trying. You cannot do this to me.