Some days I can’t breathe.
Some days I worry too much.
Some days I can’t see the future.
Some days I wonder what I’m doing here.
Some days I am afraid.
Some days I am insecure.
Some days I feel fear.
Some days I just need to write until I can’t anymore.
Some days I think that would make me feel better.
Some days I don’t know if it even matters.
Some days I don’t know if anything matters.
Some days I can’t see past myself.

Other days I am full of hope.