Somebody give me a spine. I need support for my head and all of its rocks that are no longer stars. It doesn’t know what friends are and so became unlit like pebbles from another time. I can’t think straight, surely I’m a useless case. I’m dissociative. Where can my spine be?
Sometimes when you are spiralling into whatever you are feeling/attempting to cope with, you feel like you shouldn’t feel that way and sort of "man up". I don’t have anything positive to say except if you feel like this, hopefully this makes you feel less alone somehow. X