sunk

I am sunk. Like the treasure chest at the bottom of the sea. Fish squirm and zoom past. And here I am. I don't know how some patterns got stuck to me, but I'm seeing a few, and it hurts, and I wish I didn't have to make mistakes. Mistakes were very dangerous for me as a child, so every time it happens now, I feel like the end of the world. I don't know the fool I look like to some. I act sincerely, and people are offended. Good people.