When I'm sad, I sink. I sink so deeply, it's all pitch dark. And I want to scream and shout and say fuck you to anything that moves but I end up staring into space and feel like throwing up. There are so many things I wanna say, I wanna bitch, I want to start fights. But I don't. I don't because... well, I just don't and the police has nothing to do with that.
I think this is called a mild episode. If I don't get better in 3 days, I'm going home.
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