Be Blind And Do Not Gaze Into The Void.

I feel like I'm going to vomit. When will you ever learn. On and on and on and on and on and on. Sick to my stomach. Ramble ramble. Ebb and flow. Something doesn't feel right. Stop it. Right now. Guess it's back to us. Only not. Completely different, yet an oh-so-familiar taste in my mouth. I wonder what it feels like. This is meaningless. Not even looking, paying attention. It's useless. Lonely, so lonely. Need that connection, that special thing that only that certain someone can bring. Should probably take that plunge, though I know it isn't going to work. Useless. Worthless ideal. Still upset. Churning, spinning.

I hate feeling like this. I can't even pinpoint what 'this' is; I just know I hate it. It keeps getting worse. Growing, feeding on something. Need a new direction, a new focus, a new something.

Help me?

Scoff. Yeah right. No one knows what to do. I don't even know what to do. Or how to do it. This hurts. I need to stop.