in which I attempt to reason with myself.

stop feeling lonely.
why am I like this now
stahp it rebecca just stahp
this is like a depression
be okay just be okay
stopppppp thinking
for once
is that really too much to ask
stop feeling cold when the sun is shining
focus on something else
it's about the problem not the person
stop wishing you were somewhere else
you actually like it here
stop wishing you were dead
you don't actually want that
stop touching your face
stop missing things
be happy about something
be happy for other people
be happy that things are going well for others
be as happy for them as if you were them
be happy even though you have a greedy shallow insatiable heart
but happiness doesn't belong to me.