that is something.

maybe i feel this way because it's been far too long since i've actually spoken any words on what it is i'm really feeling.  what am i feeling?  i wish i could feel nothing.  i wish i could feel everything.  and i am.  nothing and everything.  love and hate.  happiness and sadness.  anger and joy.  peace and turmoil.  and i don't know what to keep and what to let go.  

and i hate it.  but i love it because it makes me hate.  and that is something.