Cracked

Cracked. Broken. Shattered. Has Issues. Fucked Up. Take your pick. They all describe me. And the desire to fix me is coming back to haunt me less and less often. Not that I mind. I think perhaps I need to make a Plan. For when I'm through being a Chicken Shit and pretending that there is still part of the world that hasn't abandoned me and that I in return have not let go. The shrink is right, I did screw up. But she's also wrong. It is my fault.