Should be happy. Should be able to keep up a convincing level of joy and enthusiam for the coming holiday. Should be able to smile and laugh and be happy-go-lucky bounce cheery girl that I was (apparently- I can't remember) when I was a child.
Should be. Can't be. Quote Garfield: "Being happy takes up entirely too much energy." My bro, Carl, used to say that he wore himself out in school, keeping everyone else cheerful, and so after a few days of bouncing around being funny and happy, he'd drift into a slow state, looking rather down and exhausted. And for the last three/four years, I've known exactly how he felt- except that his enormous amount of energy is something I simply cannot grasp.
Everything is drifting. I am tired and yet not tired, so I cannot sleep and yet have no energy to wear myself out with physical labour- tidying, gardening, running etc- in order to MAKE myself sleep. The summer heat combines with the usual dizziness, lack of sleep and my ever-common feeling of drifting out of place and time, and in doing so, makes me feel like the reality outside is a swirling mass of shape and form, eventually folding into itself, so no one being, creature or object is definable from another.
Is this losing your mind? If so, then mine has been slowly drifting away from me for years- before college, before school, before I first stepped into the sceptical world of responsibility, angry authority figures and the grasping iron fist of reality.
Everything is swimming! Time, the universe, and I can't control any of it! I have no track of what is happening, no idea what I will do. Ask me to guess what I'll be doing in ten years time?!?! I don't fucking know! All I know is that I'm lost, stupid, paranoid, going out of mind in a way that people don't think it's real, but that I'm just an attention seeker.
So tell me, does talking about my problems make me an attention seeker? If I'm honest? Do I have to go into mute silence and hide up in my room listening to rock music and hiding cuts under my sleeves and never tell anyone in the world in order to NOT be considered 'EMO???????'
Nothing makes sense. Nothing. I don't know where I'm going, what I'm doing or who I am. I have no idea who I am. No idea. NO IDEA.