I have control issues bad. The control issues control me.
Anxiety and fear are no fun.
Perfection is a concept I know is wrong, yet still seek it.
Perfect people don't exist, yet I want to be one.
Why confess this? Jesus knows it already, so why not.
Living each day is a task right now.
It's not always pretty.
Why do it?
You just do
You can hide for only so long before you crack
The crack become cracks, cracks become tears.
I write what I don't want you to see.