Tonight, I poured my emotional mess on the sidewalks. I watched it splatter onto the brick walls next to me and into the cool cement below my feet.
I let the anxiety take control, again. I let it feast on my sadness and spew out manifestations of angst and pain that only a mind such as mine could. But I suppose that's not the worst thing.
I feel like I'm failing again. I feel like I'm losing a piece of myself. I'm losing grip with what I need to be doing.