Sealed by my skin, but broken inside.

What do I want? What do I need? What do I want? What do I need? What do I want? What do I need?

Not this.
Not this.
Not this.

Ok, but that’s not constructive. Time to be constructive. It’s been a miserable week, and that can’t continue into future weeks.

So what do I want?
And what do I need?