I feel...

[twisted_haven]

I feel she is lying to me.
I feel that I am wrong about what her actions mean.
I feel I am right in my assumptions about why she is lying to me.
I feel I was wrong about my mystery commenter.
I feel that may have hurt more than her lying to me.
I feel I have no drive left to care.
I feel I may have to care, in order to not care.
I feel I may drive until the wind sweeps me away, the earth takes me back, and the sea parts for me, and me alone.

I feel.
And it is good.
And it is bad.
And it is sweet.
And it is painful.
And it is life.