Everything feels...like...not being able to get the stain out of your favorite shirt. It feels blue-orange but more gray. It feels like the taste of oil that never leaves. And it's frustrating. Because no one understands. I can't use normal words because I don't know how to explain anything. Everything is just unexplainable to me because nothing explains it properly to me. You could point at the sky and call it beautiful and it won't correlate within my head because the sky isn't beautiful. It doesn't match. It is not beautiful. I don't know what it is. It's not gorgeous, lovely, stunning, magnificent, no. It's not any of that. I don't know what it is. Even though it is beautiful, it's not.
And it all makes me angry. Frustrated. Mad. Sad. Depressed. Obsessive. Moody. Compulsive. Tired.
Because nothing. Fucking. Makes. Sense.
