Things aren't working the way they are supposed to.
I should have a job...but I don't.
I should be happy...but I'm not.
I should be excited about grad school...but I'm just sort of excited.
I was told I didn't talk enough. Maybe I don't. I don't feel like I have anything worthwhile to say anymore. I don't have any interesting or unique points of view in my head anymore. So I prefer to say nothing. I'm sorry if you can't handle that. You interrupt me all the time with your thoughts...so I've gotten the hint. I'm not interesting.
Thunder. Lightning. Inside my head.
I smell blood.
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