Everything you touch turns to shit. I want to pack my comforter in the back seat of my car and drive down to the beach. I wanna snuggle up there and go to sleep. I’m afraid to close my eyes. . I never wanted this. I don’t know how this happened. Everybody thinks they have the answers to your problems. but no one does. I don’t really feel much. . It’s just so dark here. I can’t feel myself. I can’t feel the blood coursing thru my veins. I don’t feel pain. I’m afraid of the images behind the lids. so I can’t sleep. can’t focus. can’t work. can’t run…