Too many sentence fragments. They make for bad writing.

I removed the post that explains my current mess, but it really is a mess. Function is declining, appetite is scarce and I often feel the crying place, but I do not cry. I can't cry. It seems like there are a lot of things I cannot do. I simply don't know how. And even the things I do know how to do sometimes seem beyond me. Like I am an outsider looking in and have no control over my surroundings. Or even my body sometimes. And there is pain. Sometimes I feel it and sometimes I am simply frightened or concerned just because I know it exists. This post will probably disappear, too. Lots of things disappear. Years, feelings, events, knowledge, even whole people. Sometimes even me. But only when I'm lucky.