No Subject.

Today was the most bipolar day I've ever had.

I wish I had the stamina to detail it.

But I don't.

Sometimes I want to put myself out of my body, and watch my life.

Watch myself interact with the world.

And fall flat upon my face in doing so.

I used to want to be a psychologist.

I used to want to help people.

That was before I found out I can't help people.

And so I get angry at myself everytime I fail.

Sometimes wish I'd forget that silly dream.

That ridiculous idea that I could possibly help somebody.

Ha.

I'm laughing.

But it's just to prevent the screaming.

Couldn't scream anyway.

My voice has run away.

Forget waiting until 9.

I give up.

I'm going to lay in bed.

And look for an answer in the wall.

And scold myself to sleep.

Don't want to cry myself out again.

Maybe one day I'll be good at something.

But that, too, is probably just a dream.