who am i?
i like to think that i know who i am, that is, i think i have a good idea.
so why does my head hurt so badly?
i hate the way i look. my face is all wrong. i'm tiny. i look like a fucking child, but not my face. i don't know. i feel uncomfortable in my body. unhealthy. i'm not taking care of myself.
i feel like i'm drowning. everything is too much, too little, too late. i'm supposed to have freedom on my fingertips, but do i even deserve it? perhaps there's something i've done to earn my perpetual misfortune.