I would like to be in the corner of my room, just sandwiched between the mirror of my wardrobe and the pink wall, curl up, implode and ooze away into the crevices of the floor.
Today I would like to do that.
Conversely I would also like to hide under my bed in a 180 line with my duvet across my body and wish very hard for the cosmic to force the stars to align in a way that would make my being feel less an anchor - a vulnerable anchor at that, dead weight that crumbles with a prick of the finger.
Fucking angry right now and terribly sad. I would like to punch something right now but I am sorely lacking strength. This year has gotten off to such a bad start.