Great. The inevitable. How I love/hate thee.

Viscera tangled in coils of turmoil that threaten to ruin yet another day. If stupidity is bliss....i must be very smart. Bliss eludes me. Bliss taunts and teases me like the whore from highschool that wants your attention and friendship but doesn't want you. Bliss escapes me when i catch it....like a hagfish...look them up, disgusting creatures. Desirable only for their ability to become lovely wallets in expensive shops.
I feel sick. Theres a fist in my feelings that threatens to mash through in a fury of tears and protest. It will say 'why, why, why' and flop about like a chump, looking weakly at all the healthy feelings as if to say 'help' in the tongue of a spoiled brat seeking comfort for damage that hasn't been done.
If a human could function without a heart, I'd have clawed mine out already.