I don't know what I'm doing.
Or what I could be doing differently.
Or if, ultimately, it would matter.

I feel so small.
So light that I can be thrown around, lifted up to be thrown down again.

I don't know what to do.
I know the world won't end, but it still feels like it will.

It's beautiful outside but I haven't left my house, like really left my house, for four days and counting.

Nobody can help me and I certainly can't help myself.
I don't know what I'm doing...did I say that already?

Because I don't. I really don't.