Abyss

My mind is going a mile a minute and I have about a million and a half thoughts swimming around in there.  A small part of me wants to write about all of it right now, but I sort of want to not dignify it by giving it more attention than it all deserves.  A lot of it is impulsive and unsettled and yucky.  All of it is impulsive, unsettled and just plain yucky.  But it's been a really long week, with a lot of crap going on, and I really just want to get into bed and allow myself to dream whatever I'm supposed to dream so that I can wake up tomorrow morning feeling slightly different, as though I've been somewhere else and been someone else.

I really hate feeling this way.