oblivious vs too late

i am not in the best mood actually and i have a legit reason why. let me explain- i hope i am overreacting but it's hard not to when the facts are right there. every little wrong feeling escalates into something bigger than i can control. it's nothing, nothing. the things i tell myself to keep the calm here and the nerves away. it's nothing, nothing. yet she had the same thing wrong with her. it's nothing, nothing, unless i'm too late.

ps- awesome play the disappearing game again play it all your life and then wonder where your life went when you try to flip back to those bookmarked pages and everything wasn't how you remember it and there is nothing that hasn't changed. you'll find the words washed off the pages and they're blank again, or rewritten like in the neverending story. maybe when everyone that ever meant anything to you is gone/dead you'll clutch that quote unquote kitchen knife and say those habitual threats about how you're "two viens away from joining them" you'll know the value of life and death this time. or maybe you'll just grow up and learn to love yourself and put a yellow rose on the grave of every person that died during their efforts to do the same.