I am...
I am quite unhappy.
Angry.
Bitter.
Jealous.
Miserable.
Sad.
Overwhelmed.
Consumed.
Drowning.
Lost.
Lonely.
Stressed.
At the very, very end of my rope.
And many other adjectives that just aren't coming to mind right now. Is it possible to feel happy? Is it possible to have that warm, giddy feeling that I seem to remember? Can one thing go right without fifteen going wrong? Why can't I just let go of all of *this* and move on? Why does it feel like I'm at the bottom of a hole and the edges are closing in on me, trying to swallow me? Why can't my friends ever be there when I need them to be there for me? Am I destined to die alone without anyone understanding what's going on and why I feel this way and what is inherently wrong?
Angry.
Bitter.
Jealous.
Miserable.
Sad.
Overwhelmed.
Consumed.
Drowning.
Lost.
Lonely.
Stressed.
At the very, very end of my rope.
And many other adjectives that just aren't coming to mind right now. Is it possible to feel happy? Is it possible to have that warm, giddy feeling that I seem to remember? Can one thing go right without fifteen going wrong? Why can't I just let go of all of *this* and move on? Why does it feel like I'm at the bottom of a hole and the edges are closing in on me, trying to swallow me? Why can't my friends ever be there when I need them to be there for me? Am I destined to die alone without anyone understanding what's going on and why I feel this way and what is inherently wrong?