Today i had a break down wrapped up in covers in my room.
I realize that i wasn't as perfect as i wanted to be, that there was something wrong about me. Completely undesirable. I felt like i was always going to be struggling to be well... just anything. Struggling to keep from drowning in the vastness of this unfair harsh world. But... then i fell and sprain my finger, and i realize that all this time i wasn't struggling
I was floating.
I guess that was the world's way of slapping me and saying
Get over it. Get over yourself.