I'm not even sure how things changed from one day to the next, but things changed and now I am...
Treading water?
That's how I feel.
I have a nervous feeling in my stomach, and I can't make myself eat. My head feels like it's light, not attached.
I don't want things to change, I was so close to being happy.
I just never quite make it.
I wish I was stong enough to walk away.
Or weak enough to run.