Chained.

Something's wrong with me. Definitely. There's gotta be something, or else .. Or else what? Or else, I don't know. I don't get it. I don't get .. me. Or you, to be honest now. All of these, they popped up too quickly. You, particularly, showed up too quickly. Out of nowhere, I could say. Or you didn't , and I'm just loosing my mind in here.

They're too many feelings in me. How can I feel so much in such little time? My mood changes from one second to another. I'm happy now, then, all of the sudden, I'm sad, or pissed off, or sick. Something's wrong with me. No doubt bout that part, at least.

The thing is, I'm scared. How couldn't I be? Of what? I don't even know. I don't want to know. I try not to give a name to my fears, they become real then. So do the feelings. They become real and in the same time, they become part of my fears. God, it's all so confusing.. I don't know why I feel this way, or what I feel exactly, but I know it's ripping my head off and putting it back to its place over and over again.

I can't get you out of my head. But you're pissing me off ! I don't get you. I'm running out of ideas. I'm even running out of imaginary scenarios. Haha, who'd thought that'd happen?! Maybe you're just taking the piss. I wouldn't be surprised. And still.. I don't get you. But, in the same time, I can't let you slip away either.

Jesus, what am I doooing?! God, I'm a mess. The simple fact I put Jesus and God in two succesive sentences makes it clear . I don't even fucking believe in that. Yeah, it's clear this time. I really am a mess. I can't think, act, say, speak, hear or do anything right. And I'm suppose to do stuff like studying now. As if that's so easy.

Something's wrong with me. Definitely. Fuck.. I don't get you.