Checkmate

I can’t even describe the shit show that yesterday turned into in ways that would make any kind of sense.

Lack of communication was the root of it. Because it always is.

Blood, anxiety and panic, and loneliness.

That was the result.

A lot of it. A lot of all of it.

I feel like I’m in checkmate. No matter what I do, it’s wrong. No matter what I say, it’s wrong.

Whatever move I make next, I lose.

And that’s probably the worst feeling in the entire world.

Checkmate.