little and doubtful improvisation of an anxious

i have been anxious lately... i feel stressed out and im the cause.
i probably need to talk to people about myself, its the only thing i manage to do when i meet new people, i talk about my problems, they listen and i have no idea how they can put up with me. thank you, i dont know to who, but thank you, thank you for listening to this puddle of notes and thank you for giving me your, more often than not, silent company. i have nothing but this, whatever value i can put in it is how much sense it will make after i've healed. i dont want to bandage my head before it breaks, i've lost so much blood though, so much you might as well call me an anemic. i dont know what i've lost, maybe my innocence, maybe my safeness, maybe my virginity
idk anymore. i now know nothing. if only i was an empty vessel.