My clothes are uncomfortable. This ring isn't sitting how I like it on my hand; its leaning too far to the right. My toes are clenched, and these teeth are gritting. My muscles twitch from the tension. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears, but it's too loud tonight. I itch so goddamn bad, all over. And its on my head, then in my heel, then in my side, then on my back, and it moves, and moves, and moves, and moves. I can't type the right keys to make the simplest words. Regular keys feel like tiny ones. I feel stupid, and a little incompetent. I want to take off this jacket, and jeans. But then I would be naked and I would feel so damn ugly. Ugly, ugly, ugly. That's how I feel. Not just physically, but mentally too. My brain is an unsightly thing right now. It's making me into a different person; my nemesis maybe. I need to be saved tonight.
Thank god music is around.
Listen to Sigur Ros. It makes the world spin on its axis.
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The way my brain works seems queer. I walk about this earth in a manner as everyone else. In such a hurry to get from place A, to B, finish task X and talk to person Y. But sometimes I think about what I'm doing and how I'm living in a way that is artistic. The words swirl into perfect formation, and reflects my heart to a T.