I'm kind of stressed. Okay kind of doesn't cut it.  I'm strung out, pulled from one end of my life to the other, trying to encircle everything, and make the ends meet, the ends of me meet so that I'm whole.  Filling my life with activities and obligations doesn't seem the fill that big hollow center, and now I've burst open, ends splayed out over people and places and things.  Nouns, all nouns, trying to find an adjective to describe just what the **** I'm doing here.
My life makes me wanna run away, but there's no place to go.
fadingvioletdawn fadingvioletdawn
18-21, F
Dec 9, 2012