"Between worlds so the people ask her"
It's really disheartening going to bed with a problem that you know you won't feel better about in the morning. It gives the act of sleep such a horrible feeling of futility. It sucks when there's no such thing as "sleep it off" for what you feel, and you know, without fail, that the only way things will be different tomorrow is if they get worse somehow.
I feel shitty, and full, and empty at the same time. I have problems I can't speak out loud and I want to be very far away from here right now.
I lack the means to express just what it is about my life I can't stand at the moment. I wish I had some level of creativity in me, enough to draw a picture, or write a song, or a poem, something that could explain it in abstract enuogh a way to make it clear.
Instead all I have is my power of analysis, useless and cold. All I can do is focus on why I feel so bad, and try to rationalize a reason to feel better.
Until that happens, all I have are the creativity and feelings of other people passing through me like a train station. A place where people only go so they can leave.
I feel shitty, and full, and empty at the same time. I have problems I can't speak out loud and I want to be very far away from here right now.
I lack the means to express just what it is about my life I can't stand at the moment. I wish I had some level of creativity in me, enough to draw a picture, or write a song, or a poem, something that could explain it in abstract enuogh a way to make it clear.
Instead all I have is my power of analysis, useless and cold. All I can do is focus on why I feel so bad, and try to rationalize a reason to feel better.
Until that happens, all I have are the creativity and feelings of other people passing through me like a train station. A place where people only go so they can leave.