The big lake is calling to me. It’s been too long and I need to be near her. I need to breathe the clean air and feel the biting wind upon my face. I feel uncomfortable and antsy. I want to scratch my skin off.
I lived through it all once. It feels entirely unfair that I have to live through it again in order to hopefully feel better about it. It feels entirely unfair that they go about their lives without a care in the world.
They don’t care. That is the truth. Not about what they did, what they destroyed or what they left behind in the madness.
I feel lost in this life of mine. Lost and floating and unsure of how to tether myself to anything or anyone.
I want out. I want it to be over. This journey feels too long. Too hard.