Yahtzee

My insides are like Yahtzee dice being tossed around and not knowing what's gonna happen when I bottle things up for too long and finally explode. Except my dice are never balanced and the numbers are always off and only some hands are capable of being the right medicine to win me over. This disorder is literally a game to my life. Getting really good and not knowing when one little thing is going to unbalance everything. But I'm trying here, I'm doing the best I can to not let this shit take over my life and who I am. I will live to my fullest. I'm going to be okay, and I'm going to keep pushing. I'm going to keep moving.