This itch keeps irritating parts of my body.
I’ve been lashing out at people, having whispered yet animated conversations with my inner enemies. I’m frustrated again. I need to move….
…out of this place..
…and out of my head.
I feel as if I’m being absorbed into this distinctive inhumanity shared collectively by fools who are blind and fools who know too much. Vitriol is my first instinct. My want to denigrate those I see as stupid overrides my compassion for the stupid.
Work was trying today.
I think of death.