Stretch like a cat

Today marks another day where things just seem to fall out of place. Or so I think. I do not know what gets to me when I am surrounded by closed doors. I don't think straight, I make a mess of myself, and I just mourn over everything I do, which is basically, nothing. Until today I still can't comprehend this rather amusing behavior I possess every time I feel incredibly... unstable.

I tell myself it's normal, I tell you that it's normal, and I keep reminding myself that tomorrow I'll feel better when I get up to a new morning. Maybe you think being invisible is not that big of a deal. And maybe you are right. Or maybe I try too hard to make everything look completely okay when me, you, and everyone we know knows that it is not. Yes, I throw in 200% of my effort and yes, I choose how I want things to go by. So what do you do when you're out of choices already?

Its obvious that this is coming out of me due to plain boredom. If this is how it is at 22, boy, the only thing I have left to say for myself is; fucking weak, you are.