Not to be ambiguous or anything, but I feel broken.
Sometimes I think I might have been since I was really young…and that maybe I’ll never be whole again. I fear that even if I’m not aware of it, the best I’ll ever be is “glued” together, in some form of tacky, shoddy substitution for the lucky few who are indeed whole. I feel like it really shows in odd ways.
But the more I think about it, perhaps when something’s broken the best thing to do is buy the newer model.
You can’t keep holding on forever.