You can write it down a thousand times and it won’t change. You can say it in your mind, or out aloud, and it will still cut through your skin like tiny needles.

You can man up or wuss out. You are welcome to pretend to be at peace. You might make it and you might not. I’ll put my money on might not.

My mind is a jumble of thoughts. I don’t even have the energy to sort through them. If I start now, I am not sure where it’ll take me. It’s like untangling a pair of earphones. By the time, I finish straightening them out, I have reached work and I can’t listen to music anyway.