At least not all the time.
It's turning into to one of those weeks I'd rather move out of my head. I am angry, envious, quarrelsome, sad.
Left out, lonely, overlooked, unappreciated.
It doesn't have to be this way, it wasn't just a week ago. It can feel it shifting, but not in the right detection. Cutting is beginning to seem reasonable.
I don't want to think about things.