I Don't Want To Do This

But I haven't been feeling awesome in a week or so. I guess I just got the wind knocked out of my sails. Is that right? Is that a mixed metaphor? Am I mixing metaphors? Geez, things are worse than I thought.

But it just doesn't seem right lately. And I am getting that awful insecure questioning feeling that sucks and suck the life out of it and makes me stupid and difficult. I hate this.

And I guess I am just scared. Confused and scared scared scared. Scared.

I feel delicate and breakable, burdensome. No fun.

Little things you don't say or do anymore.

I just don't want this to happen to us, too.

I don't want to be that girl again.

I hate that girl.