control the spinning of the earth. i can’t control what you think of this, or me. i can’t control what comes through my feed every day, or the incessant arguing about almost everything. to be honest, i can’t really control anything at all right now. yet, i still try. my arms are tired. my legs burn. my eyes are heavy. my stomach is knotted. my throat is dry. my bones ache. my heart is idle. my soul is starved.
i doubt that many of you know this about me, and i’m pretty sure that i’m not alone in it either. i’m making this public because i need you. i don’t want 