On edge

I'm on edge right now. I didn't even know it til now. I couldn't remember the password to my voicemail. I slammed my hand against my dresser. My girlfriend couldn't believe it, and neither could I. I don't like this. Everything isn't cool. Nothing's flowing like I thought they would. This year is intense. I can't get well rested, even if I sleep for hours. I don't feel happy, even when I wake up to the most beautiful face each day. I'm tired. I'm worn out. My classes don't make me tingle. I rarely sing anymore. As far as poetry goes, I have written in so long. It's amazing I'm even writing right now. I just want to swim in ice cold water, so I can feel something until I can feel no more. That sounds more dreary and morbid than I meant for it to be. I am just so done. Done. I seriously just want to go away somewhere far, and return only when it feels right. This school business has got me on edge.