24 and clueless.
Why has the concerns from the teens not left yet? Has it invaded and conquered the 20s? Am I simply succumbing to these woes?
Violence has never been the answer. It frays the body, puts a hole in my mind. I exist only to display this disgusting play brought to you by anxiety and fear. Insecurities. So many characters occupy this miserable story. There is no place for what I thought was my essence.
I am a spectator of my own story.
Is this how I’m going to teach myself a lesson?