Something.
Oct. 30th, 2002 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenSomething hurts.
Like when you have a limb cut off, and then it itches despite the fact it isn't there.
So some part of me hurts horribly, and I don't know where it is or what it is or whether it's just an extension of my totally fucked-up mind.
I don't think I've ever reached this point of feeling like so many hundreds of different varieties of utter crap for a long time. I don't want to read or fucking write or listen to music and I don't want to watch TV. I don't want to go out, I don't want to stay here trapped in my own room and in my own head and I can't get out because there's nowhere to go. If I fall asleep I'll have to wake up. If I stay awake I don't know what I can do.
Like when you have a limb cut off, and then it itches despite the fact it isn't there.
So some part of me hurts horribly, and I don't know where it is or what it is or whether it's just an extension of my totally fucked-up mind.
I don't think I've ever reached this point of feeling like so many hundreds of different varieties of utter crap for a long time. I don't want to read or fucking write or listen to music and I don't want to watch TV. I don't want to go out, I don't want to stay here trapped in my own room and in my own head and I can't get out because there's nowhere to go. If I fall asleep I'll have to wake up. If I stay awake I don't know what I can do.
