I'd write you a cute little note but today most likely isn't that day.
I feel smaller than a grain of grass that I pick at while we talk on the phone.
My heart is like an eggshell, squeeze because you love me and I may even crack from that.
I'm lonelier than I thought and I know not even a commitment would "fix" it.
(not saying it wouldn't help)
My mind isn't sharp, it's clouded with the many toxic thoughts it has moment by moment.
There are no breaks
There are no bonuses
Do not pass go
Do not collect 200 dollars.