guestimation

withdrawn into myself, maybe temporaily? i can't seem to interact with anything that i know will drain my energy. conversing and seeing passed my own emotions is just - oblivion takes over, shut up.

writers block- sometimes it seems as if the entire process of this entire thing, is not worth my time.
i'm so afraid of being alone.

your arms and legs entwining with mine, i can feel good. i can feel complete, and whole, and okay. outside i'll continue circling, spiraling to the center of my own demise. withdrawing into the very corner of my mind. i'm scared, but i know, you're not here to help me.