cloudy day and sad songs.
coffee for breakfast just left my stomach feeling even more like a slushy mud puddle.
I wish I could paint a picture of what I see when I close my eyes- it might help somehow.
I wish I could run in a feild until my brain stops churning 'round and 'round.
I wish I had an oulet for this energy- it might relieve this pressure in my chest.

throb.
throb.
throb.

My heart is broken.