But suddenly, I don't really feel like it.
It's as if I'm getting left behind by everybody, and no matter how fast I run, how hard I pedal, or how much gas I give the car, I'm stuck going nowhere.
Ugh, that's not it either.
I don't know how I feel right now. Seriously, it's like I want to sleep for like 4 and a half days, wake up, and become a walking hermit. I want to do what Forrest Gump did after Jenny declined his marriage proposal:
I don't know where I would go, I don't know what I would do, but I do know that I would run. Would I feel better? Who knows. It's just that right now, I have a lot of questions.
And they aren't being answered.
Because the questions are about me.
And I don't know if I'm strong enough to answer them.