I woke up with chest pains. My left hand went numb. I didn’t move from bed till 11:30am. I just laid there waiting for whatever it was to pass. I couldn’t tell someone I was hurting. I have been fighting the urge to cry.
Today I started packing up my apartment to move. Everything I touched I remember how I wanted to make a home out of this place. Now its becoming an empty shell.
Over the past couple of months I am that empty shell.
My dreams have now altered to fit my loneliness. I have been pushed into a fight to get my life out of this state. I don’t belong here. I am 30 years old and I don’t belong here.
Today I blocked another person from my life, because they lied to me and was caught.
Releasing the toxicity is draining me, but I have to know that when this poison is gone I can recharge myself.