I feel unaccomplished.

I feel like I’ve let myself down.

I feel caged.
Afraid.
Yet, more grown-up than ever before.

Can someone please tell me what the hell I’m doing?

Who am I kidding…
You don’t know either.

There are things I want to do.
Want to get done.

But, everything costs so much.
If not money,
Then, blood.
Time.
Sanity.
Something…
Everything costs something.

Sometimes, I disgust myself,
But, sometimes that turns me on.

I’m so confused.
Sometimes.
All the time.

Right now.

So many thought jumbled in my head
For a measly Saturday morning.

This day means nothing.