There's an awful lot of world out there.

Not sure why I'm even writing this, but I guess it feels right. It sort of feels like I have to; like an exorcism. I used to feel like everything was perfectly in order, a normal life, but I guess then came a departure. Tell me how your story goes. Have you ever suffered? Show me all your bruises. I know everybody wears them. They broadcast the pain - how you hurt, how you reacted. Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine. Tell me what you think about when you can't fall asleep at night. Tell me that you're terrified of life. Tell me that it's difficult not to think of death sometimes. So much to say and no fucking words to say  it.