It seems that nothing
suffices anymore.
                                                  I
disc­ard everything as
useless, don't pay
attention to the
screaming in my
dusty brain. Seems I
                                                  can't
endure the simplest
tasks, I break and
feel as if the world
is swallowing me whole.
It's so hard to get
out of bed, let alone
                                                  stand
up and face whatever
lies in store for me
that day. Feels like
                                                  this
rolle­rcoaster is stopping
soon, coming to an end.
[My stomach can
stop lurching now.]
The fun is done, the
                                                  ride
is over.