This town.

I feel like this town I live in has walls and it's closing in on me.

I'm so goddamn lonely all the time and in serious trouble of being unable to commit to anyone as I watch my fears devour myself.

I make a decision and can almost time myself and watch the internal clock countdown until I doubt the choice I've made; nothing seems to stick.

I'm working a job potential right now but am so scared it'll work out and that I'll leave. I want and need everything to change right now but am terrified of just letting go.

I finally hit two-hundred on the scale. People keep saying it's muscle, but I don't see it.

I'm told nearly twice a day I'm overly pessimistic and my response hasn't changed in a long while. I just think I'm realistic, and I've yet to be proven wrong on many of my predictions and thoughts.

I feel myself teeter on the slope, my arms windmilling, rocking me back and forth.