5 steps forward.. 10 steps back. story of my life.

[familiar_voice]

i want to close my eyes.
spin in some circles.
hold a map.
point.
and move.
get the hell away from here.
memories.
pain.
hurt.

im in the process of cleaning my room.
and i sat down to eat a snack.
but i feel like i TRASHED what i already cleaned.
even tho i didnt clean this part of my room yet...
its stressing me out.
making me short of breath?

i cant even sit down and write out a journal entry anymore.
i dont have the attention span.
sad.

i just have to clean.
cleaaaaaan.

my dad's coming over to spend the night.
he moved out of sandy's tonight.

does anyone even read this?