glass

theres so much going on inside my head it becomes one huge abism. and I dive. everytime. and it takes me a long time to come back. but everytime is different. sometimes is mellower, sometimes its harder. it depends of how much the waves are shaking. on mondays is peacefull and calm... I float and I close my eyes. and I drown. on fridays the pain burns crazy like hot acid melting my heart; I struggle.so many questions, so little answers. ive been told that having anxiety means you fear the future.But what do you call when you fear every fucking second? we are so fragile, and we are doomed to live this insignificant life, no matter how important we are. no matter how good and valuable we are. and sometimes it hurts to know that, maybe, all of my plans, all of my dreams may not even come true. but eventually ill have to make peaces with that, won't I?