I'm laying here in this strange place and my body aches and my mind feels numb simultaneously. The television is playing in the background and it is noise but i can't make sense of the words.
I suppose it's just the same. Those words don't matter; they're just fodder, entertainment manufactured to be a distraction.
I want to read, it's one of my great comforts but it makes me feel too much and i can't bring myself to inflict any sort of feeling.
I can't handle them. Everything hurts me.
Mundane everyday silly things dominate my mind and crush my spirit.
I've been trying to overcome this part of me.