Shattered

It never fails to stop me short, to take me by surprise, how quickly my world can shatter. I have no emotional armor and it's as if there's a magnifying glass held up to every emotion that does come along, making it ten times more intense. I am blinded and bound by my impotence to protect myself. I just stand and watch everything come at me like a deer in the headlights. And I don't realize until I've been hit that anything was coming. There just aren't enough bandaids to hold me together. My stomach muscles are sore from crying so hard and so much.

I guess that's one way of exercising.