I am under tremendous stress.

Life is either getting restricted because of probation, or I have too many jobs that clash with each other, or I am not enough time to look at myself and fix me, or I can't do the things I really want to do, the things I need to deliver and the thoughts I need to say.

God even my sentences are ill structured.

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To you,

I am clearing my things ready for the move. And I see things that I shouldn't have kept, pictures still in a hard drive I never checked. And all these things, they are tying me back to the past you fought with your whole life and heart to break me from. And I am so fucking annoyed with myself for the constant disappointment I put you through.

How do I save you?