Oh, these sour times.

I am so physically and emotionally drained right now...I can't even explain. I'm the kind of tired that makes your body want to involuntarily contract into a ball and go comatose. My eyes burn and the corner of my mouth twitches and my head aches. My brain aches, overloaded with too many fears and anxieties and worries. I'm in a dark place and though I can see tiny pinpricks of light, I can't seem to move toward them fast enough before they disappear. Life is out of focus...hazy. At best, it's depression (at least then my brain is quiet), at worst, panic. I know the way out, I just can't find my way.

A snippet

From: "The Patient", by Tool

A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise, I can't go on.
Draining patience. Drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I'm still right
Here.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I'm still right
Here.

I'm gonna wait it out.

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through,
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

I'm gonna wait it out...