I feel lost. I'm aimlessly wandering, not really sure where to go. I took a hot bath and read for a while. Now I'm just sitting here. I booted up the computer and have gone from here to
Facebook to
Myspace to reading blogs to checking my email, and back here. I figured since I keep coming back here, I might as well write, though I'm not really sure what to say. I've been trying to articulate what I'm feeling all day to those around me, but it seems that I'm just not capable of making them see the turmoil that is running in my head. I keep saying 'I hurt' and they say 'I'm sorry' but they're not really
sure what they're sorry for, because really, they can't know what is inside. It hurts. Wow does it hurt. I'm lost in memories, and even when I'm not actively thinking about those memories, the feelings they leave behind are still there. Still screaming in my head. I'm still feeling the emotions. I can't even explain it. It's this over taking fog. This whirlwind that I can't escape. It doesn't even make any sense. I just know that this is how I feel. I don't really know what 'this' is, but it is there.
I want to go back to bed. I'm tired of hurting and I'm tired of thinking. For days now I've been having nightmares, bad dreams, even bad lucid dreams. If that makes sense. Like I'm laying in bed in a fog, not asleep, but not really awake either, incapable of leading my mind in any direction at all, subject to it's whims, it's morbid curiosity, it's horrible desire to relive all of that. I hate it. But even through all of that, I can't help but want to go back to bed, stay there in those lucid dreams and feel the weight of my limbs, incapable of moving. It doesn't make any sense, but it's how I feel.
And now I'm to suck it up, stuff it down, and head off to town with my family for some quality time. And as a
random note, men are like small children. Don't ever send them to look for anything, because you will eventually just have to get up and get it yourself anyhow. So don't waste your breath, or your
irritated scowls when they don't find it, right where you told them it was. Off rant.
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