... and feeling like concussing on the floor.
But I can't quite yet. Something within is tormenting me continuously. I think that I know what it is, but can't be sure.
I have my patience and according to a lot of people, regardless of my impulsiveness at times, I have an infinite amount of it. Not quite, though, everything has a limit. And it feels like it's being tested to that line.
*grimaces*
I can't shake the feeling that I'm being dragged along by the throat. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
This hurts, mentally.
Crap.
Need sleep.
Really, really need sleep.
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