Try This On, Straightjacket Feeling, So Maybe I Won't Be Alone

Ahhh, sighs can mean so many things. Sometimes they are in relief, frustration, sadness, tiredness, anger, love, anticipation. Right now I keep on sighing because I am just so damn tired. And sad. I feel utterly lost, suddenly thrown into swirling waters that won't let me get to shore. But there's a problem with this idea, because, in all honesty, I threw myself in, so I shouldn't really complain or blame. Yes, so it was me, but what if I made a mistake? People make mistakes all the time. Mine just happens to be a really bad mistake, one that is very easy to make, and not so easy to get out of. It grips you for years. I don't really know what my point is, or if I have one, or what I'm trying to say. I'm not even sure I'm all that coherent, but on I ramble nonetheless. I'm not trying to prove a point, or make a statement, or seek attention, or see how far one can push the envelope on physical limits. I'm just stuck. Stuck and tired but I keep on running anyway. It makes no sense, and I'm a logical person. My next test of how incompetent some of the white coats are is on Thursday. What fun. Everytime I go I feel like a stuck pig; I've got bruises where they've poked and prodded. I guess we'll go at it again. I'm tired of this game.