I have this unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like as if I'd forgotten to do something important and for the life of me, I can't recall whatever it is I was supposed to do. There is although a little bit of excitement as though I am anticipating something wonderful (?) to happen. I tried to brush aside this antsy feeling but somehow it had made itself comfortable and immovable like the lead dead weight it is. There is a twinge of guilt strung along this whole thing.
I feel oppressed, yet I am not.
I feel gaiety, yet I am down.
I feel evilness, yet goodness overwhelms everything.
I feel love, yet I am without.
I am seriously hormonal.
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