It's all so hectic. Everything in my life right now is swirling around me, like some angry typhoon of uncertainty. Even my own thoughts are shifty and volatile... And yet, nothing is moving. It's like when people talk about "roaring silence". It eats away at me, like some rabid demon that no one else can see or feel... Except bits of it. Selective monster that my life is. Nothing's right. Nothing is horribly wrong, though, either... It's at a point of stagnation that I don't know how to reach out of. There's a door, but no handle... All the windows are foggy, and everyone outside has said "don't call me, I'll call you". I don't feel like I can be direct with anyone about anything; I just kind of sit and wait for others to talk, but of course, it never ends up happening. I'm not allowed to be the "brave one" but neither is anyone else... Then the people I want to talk to draw conclusions about me and leave it at that. I'm so lost.

I bet none of this makes sense.

It's probably a bad idea to post this, but something needed to be pushed out of my head, and this was the least self-destructive and least frustrating way to do it.