One, And Then Two.

I am so fucked

It’s like I’ve been carefully hanging threads of thought throughout my whole life. Recently I started placing them every which way, regardless of the consequences; and so they’ve gotten quite tangled. And just now I’ve fallen through what feels like miles of knots and constrictions. Any way I try to move, they feel like they’re all painfully cutting into any efforts I make to try and remove myself from the mess I’ve made. Different colors, varying lengths and thicknesses. I want to cut them all loose. Especially the brightest and happiest ones. I want to ruthlessly rip through them. I want to completely obliterate the memories that hang from each end. I want to bottle everything up. And I never want to let them out ever again. Better yet, I want them gone.

Am I not attractive enough Not smart enough Not engaging enough Not witty Not fun Not secure Not caring Not selfless Not as extraordinary as you are to me?

Oh god, I've never felt more regretful in my life

Okay, it’s pointless to waste my time.

Flighty