Self-loathing comes through in waves.
There are moments where you feel like you’re on top of the world. You feel unconquerable. Indomitable.
Then as soon as that moment writhes out of your grasp you feel cold. Empty. Broken.
It’s hard to describe, feeling so alone inside your skin, just wanting to break out because you know that you can do better, that you can be better.
Instead, you resign yourself to your bed. Scrolling endlessly on your phone to keep the waning wolves at bay.
You try to forget but that won’t work forever.