I used to love fixing things, broken toys, faulty technology, bad situations, anything. I had that sense of relief and achievement when I managed to fix something. I fix so many things, but how is it that I can’t fix myself?

I chose to withdraw because I can’t bring myself to face this anymore. I know it all feels so familiar because it has been way too many times, a vicious cycle I can never break free from. I get so many thoughts in my head, pulling me into that many directions, I just..

nothing, I’m fine.