The mind is a tenuous instrument.

At least, that’s the way it feels for me.

There are times when I am feeling fine one minute, and something happens that acts like a hand-grenade in my head to blow me off course and in another direction. Most times, I land in a dark place, with my heart ripped out of my chest, desperately trying to hang on to what little composure I have left.

I’m angry. At…something.

I just don’t know what…exactly.

Where do I fucking fit in? What is my fucking purpose in this stupid world? Am I even fucking necessary? Am I of value? WHY AM I HERE?

The darkness eats away at my spirit. Life seems less and less…joyful, and I feel the pain increasing exponentially. It adds a new depth to the physical pain I am experiencing.

WHY AM I HERE?

What can I do to make the pain stop?

I’m so tired.