i am still broken. no i’ve finally broken myself. i’ve shattered myself. i’m ruined amongst the pieces of who i used to be and i’m trying to fit the pieces together. i am trying to make sense of myself. i am trying to be.
when my daughter hurt herself, i told her i had becomevery scared. she said that i didnt sound very scared. and how can i tell her? how can i tell her that it’s all despair and madness and cacophony? how do i tell her that i’m coping.
what an ugly fucking word. what a joke i’ve become.