done gone crazy

So, yeah.... I've been reading fucking POETRY for the past 3 days.
Hundreds of 'em.
I can't stop.

But this is not a poem.

My stomach hurts.
My head hurts.
My tongue hurts. (I burned it)
I think my hair is falling out.

I feel weak.
I feel sad.
I feel angry.
I feel confused.
I feel lost and alone.
I feel smothered and claustrophobic.

I don't want to eat.
I don't want to work.
I don't want to study.
I don't want to sleep.

I don't want to ANYTHING.

I just sit.
or I smoke.
or I read.
I read and I think.
I think and I wonder.

And it hurts.
It always hurts.