i am restless in my head,
something under my fingernails is itching.

i want want want want want
but i have nothing to give and nothing to take.

i pace around a room with two of the people that love me most, and they worry,
and i worry,
and i'm trapped in a place where i'm accustomed to feeling free.

my head has nothing in it,
and it's trying to stay that way.

i am stuck and i am restless.

i cut my nails tonight,
and i don't feel any better.


an: true story.