I sleep on doormats.

Lately LIFE HAS BEEN A MESS.
A summary line to those who wants to know how life is going. Maybe I've some, not some but too many texts to respond. To think of life is going. Going somewhere. I thought I'd do. Once in a while or at some time.
Then the news, YOUR LOVE YOUR QUOTE IS SHUTTING DOWN.
Freezed, angrier, frustrated, anxious, give me a better not terrifying word to describe how I felt. Suddenly there's so much rush happening here.
All known, unknown, stranger, not so stranger, anyone, everyone wants to know your whereabouts. CAN WE BE STILL CONNECTED SOMWHERE? YOU'RE ON TG? YOU'RE ON ANY DIFFERENT WRITING PLATFORM? YOU'RE ON INSTAGRAM? I tried to become someone between them. No different. Cause all I've is here. I rant, I blabber, I spam, people see me sometimes. Ask for if I need help. Some of them try hard to help that I feel bad, feel bad for being helpless to take even a help.
Then I see questions,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING. YOU'RE IN COLLEGE. YOU'RE IN SCHOOL. YOU'RE DOING WHAT.
As if being a person can never be enough. As if they can't ask, did you eat well today? I mean I don't even want to be asked anything. Just let's start from somewhere till my interest gets stucked in you. I'll come back to you and we'd speak for hours. This happens with me so much. This actually happens with me. I barely feel any emotions on my skin, they're under the thin layer of skin as the stuffing of steamed momos.