Make It Stop, Please!
I hurt. My heart is aching, my mind is weary, and my body is in knots. My heart hurts because I long for love much more than I ever have before in my life. My mind hurts because I must tackle all the problems and decisions that I am facing. My body hurts... who knows why, but my back and neck are stiff and a mass of knots and kinks and my arms and legs are sore from all the work they've been doing lately.
I can't sleep. When I'm not thinking about love, I'm thinking about life. When I'm not thinking about life, I'm writhing from the pain in my body. And when I'm not writhing, I'm thinking about love. Food doesn't help. Water doesn't help. Cool air, a pitch-black room, and silence don't help. I've got nothing. I went to work today with no food and barely any sleep. It's just been a bad day... It's been a bad year...
I can't sleep. When I'm not thinking about love, I'm thinking about life. When I'm not thinking about life, I'm writhing from the pain in my body. And when I'm not writhing, I'm thinking about love. Food doesn't help. Water doesn't help. Cool air, a pitch-black room, and silence don't help. I've got nothing. I went to work today with no food and barely any sleep. It's just been a bad day... It's been a bad year...