i want to do something. and nothing.

i want to go out. i want to stay in.

i don't know who i can call to talk to, to hang out with, i don't know anyone's schedule.

would it be bad just to want to curl up and bed and stay there forever? or to go out and never come home?

i feel like going for a drive. i don't know where i'd go. and i probably shouldn't be alone. i want to be alone.

i want to weep, to sob, to have a fit.

i want to be quiet, and still, and cry silently.

i don't want to cry at all.