In this place I am holding- everything is confusing. They say- whoever they are- that during confusion, your head is spinning. That doesn’t describe the pounding in my brain or the constricting of my lungs. IT doesn’t even begin to explain why I always want to cry, or those times when everything I do seems like a dismal failure. It doesn’t explain how my confusion and depression go hand in hand. But enough of that- I tend to wallow in it; my misery, that is, and I should think of other things. If the world is spinning- I want it to spin back. Back to when I met all the people I care for. Well, at least, the people who aren’t related to me, anyways.
~~~Will add more later, as I have to remember my past to write- for once~~~~~
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