eyes of a tragedy

Desolate and full of yearning.

It's silly, really. I'm just going to go ahead and label myself.

• mid-twenties.
• angst.
• self-loathing.
• self-doubt.
• self-loving.
• caring.
• not caring.
• rapevictim.
• confused.

And so on, and so on, I'm far more than that, yadda yadda.

I don't know how to break the cycle. I'm afraid to be with anyone, but I can't be alone anymore. I just don't know how to let go of my fear. And I wish I knew why I can't feel anymore... or how to regain trust.

I know the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.