Not myself today… or maybe the opposite of that


I would like it if you would share with me what you read and let me feel your pain. Pain is something that I am used to carrying. I sleep in pangs of passion and suffering, I breathe darkness so that others can have light. I am a beacon to the lost ships as I take their pain it feeds me and sets them free.

New Pollyanna

I tried to read, but I can’t focus. I find myself reading the words, but thinking of something else. I feel like I’m doing a terrible job at my job, but I couldn’t tell you anything that I’ve done wrong. I read something on the internet and even though I don’t know the person who wrote it and it had nothing to do with me, I feel a little hurt by it. I’m not hungry, but I want to eat. But that’s not exactly it, either. I don’t want to eat, but I feel less distracted when I eat. I’m feeling overwhelmed by nothing in particular. I feel slightly persecuted by no one in particular. I can hear my eyeballs move.

I’m out of Zoloft.

again.

dammit.

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