Oh Wolfy, where are you? I want you to come home.

I want to feel invincible again, to not care, to be able to simply brush off the dirt on my shoulders every time I get hurt by someone I shouldn’t even care about!

I don’t want to live in the pits of anxiety, it’s too hard to claw my way out with no nails to help grip with. It’s a slippery slope – immature a***holes sucking the strength out of my soul, sapping the fighter in me piece by piece as I fall down further in to despair.

I do not want to be down here with people I don’t care about. I want to be up there, standing tall and proud without a care in the world.

Untouchable. That’s where I want to be.


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