20
Jan
Tonight.
Walking along a tightrope, balancing between alone and lonely. Such a tenuous link. Walking along a tightrope, balancing between being something or being nothing. Make me one or the other, don’t treat me as both. Each day is a new challenge and something different, but I feel stuck in my own fucked up version of Groundhog Day. Never moving forward, not really. Caught in a web and desperately trying to break free. Struggling. It wasn’t meant to be this hard.