It feels like there are ants beneath my skin. I can’t breathe. I want to be more free. Unfortunately, I’m constrained by my circumstances so all I can do is keep at it.
I have been thinking too much as of late. My thoughts go round and round and I feel more and more anxious. There’s no point to it. It drives me insane. My skin feels too small. Everything feels too small.
All I can do is keep moving forward. Sonetimes, there’s not much you can do but carry on. I think love is like this too. You keep making the decision to choose love time and time again. Feeling love is good and all, but you need to act on it sincerely. I might be wrong, but this is where I am right now.
Do you ever feel that way?