PERIOD

I need to stop blaming you for all my failures. Sub-consciously, you are my mirror. My perpetual mood swings and fits of anger has nothing to do with how I'm feeling at that time of the month. That's how I feel about you, every day of the month, every month of the year, every year of the century until you make it all stop. Until I make it all stop. 

The past couple weeks has been crackling with roller-coaster emotions and hazy candyfloss memories that's pretty much melted away. All's a blur. I feel jittery. It's probably the itch, etched so deep in my soul, that's yet to be satiated. If only things were as easy as taking a breath. I am in desperate need to get away. 

I want to see the world and tell you I've done it all. I've barely lived a quarter century but I can feel my soul grow old. I'm exhausted; physically, mentally, emotionally, pretty much wholly. Will you stay and still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?