I have this horrible affliction
It's called thinking
There are days where my mind races on a head of me. Far beyond my reach, the deep dark wells of thought, to the grey fields of worry, or the screaming pit of deep fear.
I dread those days nothing is done. My stomach turns and keels over dead and full of angry butterflies that are eating there way out.
But it's better than the other option.
Days where I don't exist, my eyes are glazed over, mind full of nothing, those are the days I don't sleep but stare at the wall until morning. I don't get bored, i don't feel sad, I don't feel angry, I just don't.
I have forgotten those days just because there was nothing to remember.
But I like to look back upon he days where my emotions were normal. They were there, and they were not overwhelming. Of course these day exist, but it's hard to remember them because they to are always full of nothing.
Jesus christ I am an emo child