Everything's out of proportion. My world is distorted.
The kitchen floor is full of nebulas.
Time has slowed down, and then suddenly it goes really fast.
I have nightmares about things going wrong, but the things have already happened, months ago, and nothing went wrong then, and nothing can be changed.
I find myself staring at one point for minutes and minutes.
I want to scream and cry, but all I can manage is a few pathetic tears.
My motivation is below zero.
I don't want to.
I'm broken.
It's not the best time to be broken.
I am so scared.
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