Sadness like glue on my eyes, it closes them, it slows me down.
I don't feel strong enough to do what I have to do: it's like being down in a hole, and you never get to scream enough to be heard.
And then, there's this feeling of never being enough...enough good, enough beautiful, enough smart...but enough for what? I dunno, I know it's just me, and I feel guilty for wasting time wrapped up in my blue thoughts.
I feel alone, and then I know it's me, I'm isolating myself 'cause relating to other people is...it's just too difficult, by now.
Well, that's all. I'm still here.