i'm stuck in this bomb of a body; heels pressed into the knowledge that things will always go wrong. finger cocked on the hair-trigger that is my mind; whether the blast will go inwards or out no one knows. either way, the result will hurt everyone close to this disaster that is me and myself; the only thing i can be trusted to do is sabotage my health - i fail on purpose at everything else,
Note: This was written 8 months ago. I was in an abusive situation, and I'm out now. Things still aren't great, but it does get a little better from here on out.