The Whites of their Eyes
So here we are, all over again. I get the feeling I keep saying the same things on an endless repeat. Actually, it feels worse this time. Yeah, I think it's worse than before. Definitely. But then again, I'm being more open about things, so...? Huh. Perhaps not. Maybe I feel like I'm using communication about my mental state as a sort of emotional battering ram (or is that just my own sense of guilt that I should ultimately jettison before someone other than me uses it against me?), but the gain in momentum of the extremity of such statements is worrying, I suppose. As previously discussed in all shapes and forms of my writing at almost all times, I am struggling. I mean, I am constantly struggling! Just sometimes I'm more aware of it than not, and this is one of those times. I don't think I've hit rock bottom entirely, but I there's a gathering sense of density, almost, as if I'm about to collide with something very ...