-it may seem incongruous, but either somehow it fits, or the damned thing was just playing-
It’s this awful angst like feeling that keeps me breathing in sharp, shallow breaths, all the muscles down my back tense not to mention my shoulders, the kind that makes you want to rip out of your own skin chest first or fall into the Abyss.
It’s everything. It’s work and not understanding as much as you want to, realizing you may just be in over y our head, wanting to be with people you want to be with but can’t, folks calling dibs on the time you want to kick back and lie in a drunken stupor to forget this year, this general dissatisfaction that you can not bear to accept causing this unbearable frustration that literally bends your back in two, the desire to run away and disappear and not have anything at all, a sure shot way to avoid any demands on you from anyone other than yourself, knowing what you demand from yourself is enough angst….
Its this feeling that manifests itself in the most horrible ways in your dreams or when you are boombed, mentally flagellating yourself, self deprecation and loathing being understatements.
I don’t know what it is. But I don’t like it.
3 comments:
I don't like it either.
But there it is, that fucking itch.
With you I suspect the itch is called the weekend. The year isn't so bad, I don't know why you insist on condemning it. Sure an age-old cherished relationship ended, and I understand what that experience put you through but things have certainly improved. Your moods are worrying.
Nah, I always get moody when I think I wasted time
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