I'm not sure what the hell is wrong with me. I can't seem to do anything right. Just when I think I have myself figured out and I can rationally talk, I have to be mean.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No."
"Then why are you acting like this?"
"I don't know."
I'm not mad. I'm sad. For no good reason. Everything has been...fine. Here.
I'm empty. I'm a shell.
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