I'm weak. Weaker than I may appear, or maybe not so. I'm open, you see me, you know me. I'm scared, usually, I am today, I have been, for a while now. I fluctuate.

I think perhaps the most frightening thing in the world is to not know your place in it; to not know how you fit.

Welcome to my world.

I'm inadequate, whatever I have to give, it's never enough.

welcome to my world at 7:07 p.m.

let me sleep next to the mirror | Pardon me while I burst into flames