One word… Two words… Fuck. Now I’m spiraling again. Feeling so far away from this pen. Okay… Try again. One word… Two words… God. Here I am again. I know this feeling. I hate this feeling. Everything’s moving… But I’m not. Or maybe I am. I don’t know. Fuck… Is this happening again? Here I am… Here I am again. Somewhere between the lines. Trying to write myself back into the room. Here I am… Here I am again. Spinning… Spinning… Spinning… But I’m still here. Right? A friend once told me… Sometimes I’m a heavy rock to carry. I didn’t understand it then. I do now. Because lately… It’s hard to carry myself. God… I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired. I’m scared I’m getting heavy again. I’m sorry… I’m here again. One word… Two words… Breathe. Okay. Again. One word… Two words… Breathe. Feel the pen. Feel the page. I’m here. I’m here. I’m here. … Why do I still feel so far away? Here I am… Here I am again. Somewhere between the lines. Trying to write myself back into the room. Here I am… Here I am again. Spinning… Spinning… Spinning… Fuck. I know this feeling. I feel the bad things around me again. The thoughts. The noise. That feeling I can’t explain. I’m scared this is happening again. I’m scared I’m disappearing again. Ghost Girl… Ghost Girl… Ghost Girl… There you are. I knew I felt you. Maybe I’ll hide away for a little while. Where nobody can see me. Just me… And this pen. One word… Two words… Breathe. One word… Two words… Try again. I’m exhausted. I’m scared. I’m sorry. … But I’m trying. I’m still here. Still writing. Somewhere… Between the lines. Love, Ghost Girl
