I can feel myself slowly crumbling and disintegrating into the depth of my despair. I am caving in, and floating away. Taking personality tests like they will somehow save me from my own demise and give me insight into how my mind works. But all I get is a percentage on how different I am from others, a glorified answer with no suggestion how to fix it. I'm a perfectly polished apple and with one bite you will find my rotten core.
I don't want to me rotten anymore.
Want. The method to my madness, it drives my insecurities as they bubble to the surface and explode into a myriad of colors and shapes. All indistinguishable yet persistent. I want more have.
But tomorrow will be another glorious day, am I right?
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