Like a door that keeps revolving, in a half-forgotten dream.

IfeellikeI'mturningemo. :/

That full-stop there? It implies Some Kind of (emo) Certainty that I'm apprehensive of. Behind that apprehension lurks a certain restless, reckless want - gnawing it's way through the doors of steel purposely placed there to keep it at bay - to yell, hurt, cry, run, destroy then crash out . Anything to get that mopey, toxic blend of weariness & recklessness out of my system before it turns my innards into some kind of loony vortex, like the wage-price spiral. Need more T!LT moments + Ferrero Rocher. Right now, it's a SHM between being numb & feeling like a melodramatic sap that ought to be shot. ARGHH :/