I’m worn down tonight, ground down to my last layer of skin, the thinnest wall to break before hitting blood and raw flesh. I cried earlier, wracking torn by careless nails clawing down my back, calling my name. It’s strange to feel not happy after so many days of it. It’s really a return to norm, but it feels so utterly strange and crushing, like parts of my soul are bruised to match my weary wrecked body. I need sleep.