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.