Extreme highs followed by extreme lows, exhaustion seeping through my veins as I wake up from a deep, dark sleep that at any other time would be refreshing. My happiness and depression knows no boundries as it skips across the thin thread of time pulling me along with it, holding me, pushing me away all at the same time. A collision of words and sounds and emotions swirls around me as I stop against the will of the current and attempt to sort out the different strands of nothingness.

To straighten out the confusion that has ensued in my head. To straighten out the shit that makes me so confused and tired. I fall, over and over, as if I never learned how to stand. I lean upon your shoulder, so comforting and strong. There should be no reason to be so upset, so scared with this here to catch me, yet at the same time I wonder if once again it is only a dream, an illusion of warmth, a farse.

Pessimism sticks to me like a shadow, gloominess looms over me like a cloud. Some days I can’t break free from this sadness, no matter how hard I try to smile.