At this very moment I'm on the verge of tears, but not sad. I'm tired, but full of energy. I'm lonely, but I want to be alone. I'm proud of my artistic abilities, but worried that it's not good enough. It's confusing, this in-between limbo of feelings.
I cried on my walk to school. But after school I spent 5 hours riding around town on the bus just to go to Michaels. I crocheted on the bus. I listened to my music. I cried a little more. I stopped for lunch. I took an anxiety pill. I wasted the day away. And when I came home, I didn't want to cry. I didn't know what I wanted to do. I still don't know.
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