I feel so small in my bed. I don’t mean this in a ‘pick me’ way, feminizing myself to seem petite. I mean it in the sense that I feel small as a soul, almost cowardly.

I can’t change it. I can’t even help it. It’s just something that happens.

It’s not my fault, though. It’s the people who are supposed to be older and wiser yet they act younger than I am.

My soul isn’t too far off from what theirs should be. I know my emotions are off but why does it feel like I know more than an adult, someone decades older?

It’s disgusting what the human race is. I fear for my life not just because of what they can do to me but because of what I do to myself, and how I allow them to take control of me.

I feel so small in my head. I can’t be left alone with my thoughts.