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"I found myself today. Oh, I found myself and ran away..."

I guess sometimes I lose myself in it all. I lose myself in the tears and the internal battles, and most of all the stress. Want to know something world? I am scared, truly deep down terrified of meaning nothing to anyone. I am so afraid that if I passed on this very moment it wouldn't mean anything to anyone, and that I would just disappear never to be thought of again.
But I'm not worrying about that so much today.
It's the little things...
And I love the little things.
One day I'll go away from all of this, but for now I'm right where I belong.

Distressed

I'm stressed out, nauseated, and feel like total shit. Self esteem? Yeah, it's gone right now.
Fuck all of this.

I hate people sometimes.
I can't stand careless people from my past.
But most of them are.