Listless.

God knows I used to love life. How I slept in uncontained anticipation for the next day. How in the midnight hours, I would beg for the sun to show up so I could dance through the day. How I stayed awake long into the night, my head brimming with excitement and such anticipation for the future that I could not have slept even if I had wanted to. I miss those magic moments of happiness that WAS my life...

I need my life realigned. I'm tired of running in circles, holding this damn broken compass, waiting for it to show me the way already. It's a cold, brutal feeling and I wish to hell I could just bottle it up, keep it locked and throw it away so that no one has to feel it ever again.