My Body Is A Cage.

It was all in my mind, and I knew that I was so capable of changing it. I do not know why, but I just never got around to making it better for myself. For some reason, I just felt like everything for me needed to get worse than it already was. And the weirdest thing about it was is that I am perfectly ok with that.

My life is great, but I make it seem so tough. Sometimes, I kind of wish I lived a tough life. That's probably why I make my own seem like it sometimes. My family is always irritated with me because they try to help me so much but I just won't have it. They always tell me, "You're fine, we don't know where all this is coming from." I should be listening to them, they're right, I'm wrong. But, it's like their helping words go in one ear and out the other. I wasn't having it.

I looked at my ceiling and breathed in and out slowly. Maybe if I just stopped breathing, then everyone wouldn't have to deal with my bull shit