Boundless

I think I'm stressed. Knots, holes, and explosions are all I have inside. I lack sleep. I can't tell the difference between energetic and tired. My life's a mess. My family is a mess. I'm a mess. My breathing's a mess (I sigh endlessly). My mouth is a mess spitting my thoughts and words into a mess. I secluded myself to clear my head, but that doesn't work because I miss being included. I tried listening to my favorite tunes to breathe in rythm. I ended up becoming sick of the songs and longed for a different taste in music. I became disgusted and couldn't believe what I waste much of the time of my life listening to was considered 'music'. I tried being independent so I don't trap others in my web of messes.

I've gone through so many emotions lately that my body has been working non-stop just to forget about them. I hate showing others anything but the happy part of me. Some days I feel like a robot- programmed to show nothing but what others want to see. But even so, I'm really happy for a lot of reasons & I like how everything's the way it is.

Fact Of The Day: I want a tamogotchi. I used to love them in second grade.