Why an Eternity

I'm worn. Drained. I want nothing. I am nothing.

It doesn't take much to wipe me out. I'm not sure what did it this time. I just feel...tensed, a little uncomfortable.

I want to drive a thousand miles away and lie under a cliff, the warm-cold soil falling on my face as the wind blows the grass on the ledge above me, the roots shaking loose their cage.

I want someone and I want no one.

I don't like feeling like this. I have felt this a thousand times over, but it never feels familiar, it always just feels like it always feels. I could explode right now. I could sleep. I could break everything in my way, I could cry. I don't like this.

I'm starting to feel the effects of my estrus. I want to act on things but know better. This will not be pleasant.

I look and feel retarded because I just scratched a mole right under my jaw. It's gonna bleed forever...<<;

*sighs* I hate my life...