I feel like things go wrong when I am least capable of handling them. Not necessarily big wrongs, either. Stupid, small, petty shit, that feels like the goddamn Titanic-killing iceberg because I just…can’t. Its all I can do not to cry at BREATHING, I cannot deal with anything more.

So of course the mores keep coming.

I’d like to do something to relax or calm or brighten me, even just a little, but that keeps going wrong, too. That’s what got me here, writing this. So what now?

Seriously. I’d like to know.