Is fragility a word?
I feel like I'm just in an awkward, middle state.
I'm sad, but not exactly; I'm pissed, but not really; I want to cry and scream and throw some sort of tantrum, but I won't.
It's messed up.
And at the same time that I don't want anybody to acknowledge the fact that I'm cracked, fatigued, and not always stable, I really crave having somebody here to say that it's okay.
I don't want anybody to touch me, but...
The scab on my head is itchy.
I want to rip it off.
...Will it bleed again?
I haven't been talking to Axel. He's been annoying me more than ever.
Everybody's been annoying me, sort of.
I don't know.
This is going nowhere.