The moment when you need to crack your head open to see what’s happening inside. This is currently the time of doom for me, it happens, once in a while.
The unusual thing is I don’t know what to feel or what I should feel. I want to cry so hard, shout with all might, meet that big truck while crossing the street, stab myself , jump from the tallest building – all to end this agony of emotions.
I wonder if anyone can ever get used to this feeling, if they, how are they able to handle it so well?
I was never good at anything maybe (except talking in straight English, heck!) Yet we all live to fool ourselves and maybe I just did.