Everything makes me uncomfortable these days. I wonder if I have ever truly been comfortable. I think when I hit a place in my depression where I am not drowning and I am too worn out to want for anything is when I feel comfortable.
I spend my days going from happy, to sad, cold, to hot, can't hear to too loud. I go from wanting to curl up in joe's arms to wanting curl up and never see or hear a soul. Some days I see fine and some days I feel as if there is a film on my glasses and in my world. I just want to pull my skin off and feel something else.
I pull at my clothes and can't sit still. I don't know what to do to feel different.
Some days I have the patience of a saint to being irritated by the sound of my own voice.
I am stuck in my own goldilocks world. Nothing feels "just right".
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