i'm holding on

depression and stress and one line of a song stuck in my head and loneliness and losing things are not a good combination. i'm a mess. where did i put that envelope? the last time i remember seeing it was saturday and it's not in my bag anymore. fuck me this sucks.

if you come too close to me, i just might bite. or kiss you. or ask you to hold me for a while, then get claustrophobic in your arms.