when everything feels bigger than it is.
when everyone around me makes me feel small and unapproachable.
when everywhere i have to go isn't silent enough.
when all i want to do is cry.
it isn't a day for the books that is for sure.
i am not sure why i am feeling this way, but it seems to happen to me every spring.
this time though, i am going to think happy thoughts.
the world seems overwhelming, and i don't like it.
not one bit.
i look around and think about those huge questions of life that can't be answered.
the ones like:
who am i, really?
was i made for more?
all those stupid ones.
i wish i was amazed and flabbergasted by comic books and sliced apples.
imagine the ease of my life and those around me if the above was true.
those kinds of people aren't bombarded with stupid life questions,
but alas, they have to be pushed around in wheelchairs.
all in all, tomorrow is a new day.
but tonight i am going to bask in these melancholy feelings.
it's who i am.
you can't blame me.
i'm out.
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