Overwhelmed

The ebb and flow of a day. Piece together peace. A moment is all. But it falls apart, and softens edges.

Why is every minor inconvenience disproportionally catastrophic?
It is unconscionable to be that angry at the world. Just chill the fuck out.
It’s not going to matter.

Everything feels big. And I can’t wrap my arms around it.

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