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I am trying so hard not to break, every day is feeling like a struggle.
So uncomfortable in my own skin, as it is slowly being eaten away at like a rotten apple by fruit flies. 'Cept...it's fleas. I don't know what to do any more. I have done everything in my power to try to contain the madness.

Hopefully the fogger works, because god damn I cannot keep this up for much longer. I can't sleep, I can't sit still, I feel like an absolute tweaker with the amount of bug bites I have accumulated all over my body, the bites won't stop, they never stop.
I can't show any discomfort, because that would be too pathetic.


Not even to mention the stress of the feeling of not being wanted, being a nuisance. Being in the way.

Out casting myself, alienating, myself.