Written on 100 paper cranes tucked in an empty journal
My pain is not important. My worries are not valid. I am a crushing seething pulsing barb of agony. I am not whole. I am lambasted under the weight of a titanic-sized concern. Just a concern. A small worry. That inevitably consumes my every living th...
Intrusive scribbled thoughts Page Written on 100 paper cranes tucked in an empty journal - on New World Guide Database of Lore
My pain is not important. My worries are not valid. I am a crushing seething pulsing barb of agony. I am not whole. I am lambasted under the weight of a titanic-sized concern. Just a concern. A small worry. That inevitably consumes my every living thought and action. Am I sane? Am I present? Is this real? What is real? Help me. Anyone. Please. Help me. This is a cry for help. I am so lost midst all the seas of terror in my mind like a drifting buoy lost in darkness. There is no god.
