I’m in my own kind of hell.
I’m so afraid, I don’t even blink.
I’m tired of waiting for the right moment, the right person, the right opportunity.
I’m astonished at the magnitude of wrongness that is pulled off. Quietly.
I’m confused and disillusioned.
I’m sick of feeling lousy.
I’m angry all the times. Not always without reason.
I’m exhausted trying to explain the plans to myself.
I’m in pain.