I feel...
Like I'm falling apart.
Like every time I eat something, my stomach starts screaming bloody murder.
Like I can barely stay awake, but at the same time, can't fall asleep.
Like I'm sick of choking down medication.
Like I miss everyone.
Like I want to cry, scream, curse, destroy stuff, and then curl up into the fetal position.
Lonely.
Sad.
Melancholic.
Like my life's just become a giant snowball that won't stop and keeps growing.
Useless.
Paranoid.
Indifferent.
Like I'm going to hyperventilate.
Like I want to kill something just for the satisfaction of letting my rage out for once in my life.
Like I'm not good enough.
Scared.
Confused.
Lost.
Bored.
Yay, clinical depression, insomnia, and anxiety! -_- Ahem, sorry I sounded so depressing. I just kind of bottle everything up inside myself, so once I start talking about it, it's hard to stop.