Wreck

I am a nervous fucking wreck. My heart is beating faster, faster, faster with each key I touch. I'm pretty sure that I feel a panic attack coming on. God, how I wish for something, anything. My happiness is filtered with shit. I'd love to just jump on the next flight anywhere and never look back for even a moment.

I've been backspacing and deleting letters, words, sentences, and paragraphs. I can't seem to express how I feel about anything anymore. I feel so numb to the world. I feel so numb to myself. Who am I? What the fuck am I doing with my life? Why, why, why am I still fucking dwelling on this?! God. I'm fucking pathetic. Pathetic and unprepared for the 'real world' (whatever it may be).

"You're not a bad person, just an empty one."
Fuck. Give me a time machine.