*shrugs*

Mogwit: *is writing an entry*
me: *claps*
me: *feels like writing one but cant express herself right now*
Mogwit: about what do you want to write?
me: i dont know
me: i just feel….tense? tight….you know? my chest feels tight. and im emotional. and i just dont know how to put it in words.
Mogwit: yeah
Mogwit: I know
Mogwit: everything is overwhelming and you KNOW there’s so MUCH that’s wrong but it gets vague if you try to explain and makes you feel silly
Mogwit: ?
me: damn. why do you know me like that.
Mogwit: because I travel the same road
me: that was quite impressive, mogwit….*smiles*
Mogwit: it feels like everything is crashing down on you, but you can’t pinpoint it all…just the silly things…and it makes you sound like a failed…depressed person, I guess
Mogwit: am I way off?
me: no, no, thats….exactly it.
Mogwit: so when someone asks what’s wrong, all you can say is “I suck at math” or something
Mogwit: or “the sky is the wrong color”
me: yup
me: days are too short and too long at the same time. and both in bad ways and none of the good ways.
Mogwit: yes
Mogwit: so even if there’s good stuff
Mogwit: you’re left with a sense of “ugh…”
me: yeah *nods*
Mogwit: and you just feel like you’ve been through hell and everyone should make exceptions for you
Mogwit: homework-wise
Mogwit: or otherwise
me: but if they asked why, you wouldnt be able to tell them
Mogwit: because they don’t understand
me: *I* dont even understand
me: and thats the most frustrating part
Mogwit: and then you start to worry that you just don’t have your act together and you’re a failure when it comes to organizing
me:…..*nods*
Mogwit: yes
me: ….*sighs*
Mogwit: *hugs*