Don’t let me cross over

And my mind simply pass away. I worry about this. So many things to worry about, with so little time to do the worrying.

I feel so lost. While taking a bath, of all things, I thought maybe I’d come up with a reason my mind started using psychotic fits as a "defense". To give me guts to do what I can’t in other, more normal times.

I guess I’m weak after all.