The Little Women

I can’t sleep on some nights or even breath on some days, you know. My mind’s either fully stuffed or completely empty. It’s a real messed up one in one way or another. And some people’s just really good at covering everything’s up. I was walking on eggshells all the time, being cautious of how & when the next attack will be (which often times comes from myself) and whether or not I’ll be strong enough to take the fall. That’s why even the slightest remarks breaks me down. I’m also a pro at second guessing myself, you know. I literally wonder what else should I do to make me feel like I’m enough. But enough for who? I then asked. Enough for me, I think. I put such high standards upon myself of what should I do or be then stressing myself a whole lot from it. The expectation of other’s just so mixed up with mine I don’t even know which is which. That’s why, that’s why a peace of mind really is a rarity for me. So I don’t know, maybe, just maybe my first task is to love myself after ...