like some bratty kid brother who insists on tagging along and never shuts up, my brain constantly telling annoying stories and asking to many questions. It's the memories, the faces, the way things work in other's lives that lead to this reflection, like a thousand knives gently poking at my chest without fully stabbing in just yet. Can't make it to the bus stop without my obsessions screaming at me from all directions. I hate that she calls me half asleep. I hate that I am in such dire need. God, is there any way you could allow me to continue to just breathe? I know when I was at an all time low I prayed that you would grant but a few more years of life for me. Those years have seemingly passed now-seems to me that I was only granted one year anyway.Must refrain for letting these emotions soak into my brain-you can turn up the music and write contrived words of pain if you please. But, if you are someone who is in true need, all you'll ever really want is to just be able to breathe.