Low point. To be tired and desillusioned and then some. Somewhat surprized that body and mind just goes on and on, without fuel or intent, it's a mechanical force that makes me stand up, make coffee, live my day. Inside though- an egg-shell, new every day, every day to be broken again.
I am evicted from the margins.
Very scared to be with someone who doesn't like me - but loves me. That makes life a struggle and pain.
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