twit

Life.
Its not just me, I know.
But it seems that way sometimes.
Like this night is dark.
To be so close.
But who am I to complain?
So it hurts to feel the way I do?
All the time?
Too much?
Its not just me.
Its not just me, I know.
And then I remember how it's always felt.
And then I remember how it makes me not want to feel anymore.
I remember.
And then my brain starts thinking about how my brain is always thinking.
And then my brain starts thinking I'm not doing this right.
And then my brain starts thinking about putting my head through that wall.