my brain is saying that i should let me know that i need to talk to people (so that i don't continue to be bored or something), but even if i were to, i don't know what i'd even say.
i'm feeling odd in some way, and i don't like it.
boredom is only a small part of it.
"lonely" doesn't exactly fit.
it's not sharp.
not intense.
dull, drowning, cotton, suffocation.
grey, white, more grey, and eternity of grey, blue.
reminding me of cement somehow.
cold.
really cold.
it's not from the outside, it's from within.
i don't want to feel like this.
i already feel this too often.
shivering.