Tragic Mess.

I wish I could stop the thoughts.

They're just consuming my whole life.

I want to be free.

I want to know who I am.

Without all this, who could I be.

All I see is what I've become.

A fragile mess.

All I know is my ED, drugs,alcohol and abuse.

It's quite sad thinking about it.

How do I begin to become something else.

I really don't know.