week thirteen. this is... perfect. stress and uncomfortableness and bad things closing in. the world tilts at an angle. I'm trying to go on as usual but my hair keeps falling down and there's a bright spot of light I can't control. nothing seems to be working. I can't look you in the face because you'll see the chaos in my mind and I can't be that vulnerable right now. I close my eyes and breathe. the perfect snapshot of my imperfect life.