Pour the Milk

Self doubt passes through my body in waves. It begins in my chest, moves past my throat, and out with my breath.

I’ve never experienced such strong feelings. I’m losing clarity. I’m losing intuition — and most importantly, I’m losing myself.

I’m meeting yet another persona of me I didn’t know existed.
I’ve dug myself into a pit. I’m breaking my own heart. I’m writing letters to myself while you’re oblivious to it all.

Eliza pointed out that my inability to express and confront my emotions is not of my nature. I completely agree. I can’t talk you. It’s impossible.
For once in my life, I can’t embrace my true feelings. Leave me alone. But also, talk to me.



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