My frontal brain that holds my personality and internal commentary, was believing it called the shots. I have likes and dislikes, opinions and no opinions, it feels like i make all the choices all day. That’s only 10% of me. The rest is calculating my beats per minute, digestion, blinking, breathing. All of my non thinking parts are still thinking, and when my frontal 10% can’t handle my emotions, The other 90% can’t comprehend The feelings that spill over to their side. It aches and it pains trying find The source Of agony, but there’s no broken leg. Theres nothing it can send white blood cells too, since the literal agony is external of my body. My emotions became my own autoimmune disease. My body fought off a flu that IT never had, not so sophisticated to recognize the ailments were my feelings. Only 10% of space and I filled that storage unit long ago, The worst part? None of It’s contents are mine. They were other peoples belongings they left on my front lawn, i simply brought them inside to harbor for their return. All i can do is try to put a splint on my mental broken leg and to accept that i must let go of other people’s dust.