Frayed.

I just get the feeling of being torn. Dissonance. You know how things get all mixed up down within you. You feel happy now, a second later, you're the worst person you can ever be. Again, I'm at that stage. Staggered all over the place, waxing and waning like how the moon changes it's phase. I wanted to feel happy, being with the person whom you've always wanted, yet, not a single hint knocks at your door. It just feels weird. I gave every chance the benefit of the doubt thinking it was the end of the line, now, I don't know. Am I really running towards what I thought was the end? Or was I just too engaged at thinking so much that I realized I was just running at that same God-forsaken space all along?