finite

feeling like my life is so finite these days. like there is no grasp on anything — i am just waiting until it all gives out. and after that i won’t know what to do. in every good moment there’s me hanging on to it because I Don’t Know When This Will Happen Again. here’s the portrait of someone who doesn’t know what’s going on. here’s the picture of someone who is never on time. here’s the image of someone who is falling apart. i’m always just scared. and it doesn’t go away. please please please please somebody save me. but the somebody has to be me. :(