I type, and erase. And type and erase. And I can't satisfy myself with words. I can't find solace in knowing I've put down my thoughts and feelings with hopes someone may understand what I mean. Not that I doubt you, of course. I just, can't seem to get the words right. I want so badly to just write, let it all out, but I'm having trouble.
It seems I am perpetually tired. Tired as in I need sleep. Tired of working. Tired of stress. Tired of regretting. Tired of worrying. Tired of being fed up. Sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Why so sleepy? I guess that's life. Tidal waves get thrown at us and we're expected to handle them with or without mistakes before a certain dead line. Ah, this is not where I wanted to go with this. I want to take you somewhere where you can escape a little and have a good laugh. It's just that, I need that too.
Don't you ever wish you could grab someone by the face and just yell HEY YOU! LOOK AT ME. I mean, it'd make my life easier. Just tell people exactly what they need to hear, when they need to hear it. I'd do it. But grabbing people's faces and shouting at them, I've heard is mildly rude, so I guess that's not an option. God. Just look at me for like, six seconds and hear me. Look at me and just KNOW what the frick I'm talking about. Give me a clue, because I don't even know myself. I am just so done with it all. So frustrated. I keep hitting dead ends. Which inconsequently, I made. And I want to get past them, but I can't. I can't write. I can't even compose a string of thoughts that make sense anymore. I'm sorry for the five minutes of your life I wasted. I need to get my life back in order before I lose my ability to write altogether. What's happening to me?
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