fingers to a keyboard

sometimes i don't know how i feel. like right now. why am i here? what am i doing? what is the matter with me?

things that i have been waiting for might possibly be in my grasp. i'm trying, i am.

my thoughts left alone with myself only makes it worse..it's not even real. why do i care?

i feel like "these" things i one day hope to cherish will work out fine..but what if they don't? i don't want this false hope. it's too hard. it's too confusing. it's too complicated.

just give this to me, this one time.

-sitting on the chair that was once possessed in my mind.