I want to tell you everything. About the weakness I feel inside. But would you want to hear it? Would I want you to hear it?
It gets so dark, and I don't know what to do with myself. I focus on trying to entertain myself. Because I don't want to *work* on anything, and that usually keeps my mind busy. And so I sleep. I sleep so much I feel like I am in a coma. But when I awake, my body is useless.
My legs shake from standing and walking.
My head feels like a full gallon of milk on a hot summer day.
My hands shake.
I don't know what to think.
I don't know what to feel.
So I think and I feel nothing.
And darkness envelops me.
Maybe I deserve it.
