• strangefemale 31w

    It's always the rains fault
    for making me feel this way.
    Processing and over analyzing every fucked up thing I've ever said or done or been.
    Knowing I'm not "that" person anymore
    Yet, here I am.
    Same flesh and blood. Same bones.
    Somewhere, something deep inside of me is now.
    It's awakened and now I can't not see it all.
    The way I let it all unfold and trap me.
    Trap them.
    Anyone in close contact.
    Like I was some sort of virus.
    And I was.