How do you do it without rest?

I dunno. I just try, I guess.

—ooOoo—

I write a bunch of things, but I don’t always remember where I left the words. It scares me. Forgetting them makes me feel like I’m forgetting myself. I get lost. I’m lost. My fingernails break, they bleed, on the walls.

—ooOoo—

—ooOoo—

Done.