Tuesday, as March comes in like a lion. "there's no limit to my wanting" // and nothing given, enough to fill these spaces. I feel I'll forever be insatiable and impatient; sick of waiting but too scared to move. I've screamed at the top of lungs for help because my anxieties outweigh my ambition & I've become my own victim, creating chains I cannot break. End me or let me suffer. The still images really made me sad.