I am well fed.

However, my stomach is in nots. I don't know who to believe in. I thought I was working for something I knew and wanted, but right now I'm so confused that I'm not sure what I'm doing anymore. Darkness descends about me and all my focusing seems foolish.

I don't know what I'm doing. I want to run, but there's nowhere I can think of going. I don't have any sort of tact sometimes. My emotions drive me crazy until I'm on the verge of histeria... and then I'm supposed to make sense of it all?

I'm listening to Jack Johnson. Even he isn't doing it for me right now.

I'm the nameless one.
You all know about me.
I'm "her".
Such a dirty pronoun.
Befitting a nameless one.