"The girl scouts made me a feminist"

Lately, I've been trying to break out of myself. My body and skin no longer feel like something that is a part of me, but an obstacle that I need to try to escape. It's crawling and suffocating and doesn't let me move. I've come to the brick wall of a question: "How do I stop?" I've been wanting to slam my feet on the breaks, flat down to the ground so I can try this living thing. Unfortunately, despite how much I say I'm done, either projects are dropped into my lap or I subconsciously can't bare the burden of disappointing others. Well to those of you who may be reading, I'm done. I'm ready to be selfish as possible while I watch you do the work. Stop asking for me. I don't want to share anymore. I want myself for me and only me. I want to be reckless and young and make dumb mistakes in hopes that in the end, when I'm broken and shattered into remnants on the floor, I'll want nothing more than human touch again and someone to help pull me together again. I'll see you in the Spring.

"And as the snow fell, I walked what felt like nearly 5 blocks with my tongue pressed to my chin, just waiting for a snow flake to fall and melt onto the warmth of my tongue, completely disregarding the passing spectators, merely to feel something again."