know that you brought this all onto yourself.

my brain is mush except for song lyrics, I suppose. I was spooked by my own reflection in a glass door earlier (maybe my brain is breaking down into a base creature -- I hope so). I feel songs filling my soul and rushing through me like broken wings and I want to cry, I really do. I cried myself to sleep last night for the first time in an extremely time and I felt like such a child, so low and small. my hair frames my face and almost clings to it. I feel older than I want to but younger than I ever have. Funny how that works out.