I want to sleep, but I can't.
I want to stop thinking, but I can't.
I want to scream, but I won't.
I want to cry, but I know I can't/won't.
I want to share every thought with everyone, but I won't.
I want to reconnect, but I don't know if I can.
I want to disconnect, and I know that I can.
More than anything,
I want to escape this place,
And I still can't yet.

I need a feeling I haven't had in a long time. I think I need my license. Fuck being a spring '93 baby.
Also, I really want photoshop. But that's truly some of the last of my thoughts.