Broken

That's it. I'm broken, and I don't know how to fix it. Or rather, I know how to fix it and I can't afford the cure.

"It's the best thing that you ever had, the best thing that you ever had has gone away."

I remember when he used to sing it to me. Have I really got nothing better on my mind? I feel like smashing my head into a wall. I'll live my life, but to what end? I feel ungrateful that I don't care about politics, or war, or the economy, or a thousand things that are so much bigger than I. The new objective is to not feel any lower than I already do. Damn the world's problems. I can't even take care of one person.

"I don't belong here." Thanks Radiohead, I'm glad someone can paraphrase the way I feel like shit. Fuck.