My parents are too protective. I don't get near ANYTHING with razors. not even to shave! It's like they KNOW that I'd cut myself....
I feel like I'm drowning
Reality is so far away. Like a gossamer thread...I'm afraid to touch it, for fear it'll break. Maybe for fear I'll break.
I don't know how to connect with anyone. I don't have anyone to connect to.
I'm looking through the water. Reality is foggy and disoriented. They stare at my tank and gawk and point and laugh. I cry, but they can't tell because of the water. I watch detachedly as some of them speak to me. somebody outside of the tank answers for me. I watch as he walks away.
Some people try to throw me ropes. Sometimes they're too short, or have metal in them.
some of them have strings attached.
I fear that when the right rope comes along, I won't have the courage to grab it.
I think I just threw it out.
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