i have nothing to say-
nothing consisting of any depth at least.
i have no idea what's wrong with me.
i sincerely wish i did though...
but, i'm sure if i knew what was up with
my little mind, then i wouldn't type in this thing,
and my friends would probably be a lot less annoyed.
i want to get away.
but i want to stay right where i am.
neither option really seems that inviting or welcoming.
i'm alone right now...
and i hate it.
both in a mental and physical sense.
i don't even have thoughts to keep me company.
somehow i've managed to stop all formation of advice,
creativity, and REAL thought. i feel so strange and
out of place. does anybody ever feel that way?
that in a sense, they've lost a part of their mind...
i can't even begin to put into words how my mind
is functioning right now. for those who know me, this is
a first. i've always been able to put my thoughts down.
to explain every feeling i go through. but this, this is a first.
and i can tell you i hope it's a last.
i feel useless and pathetic.
that i'm going to lose it at any secet. that i could burst into
tears at any second when conflict arises. that's not like me.
i feel like i'm on an island alone. stranded.
and sadly, nobody misses me.
everybody feels like that a few times throughout their life...
but somehow, this time feels different.
i'm not even making much sense. or, actually. i'm making
perfect sense. and for once. i don't like it- at all.
