My box seems full. This is the box I live in. The place inside my head I only dare to step out of. Well, it is full. I only have the space to step outside of it. I have to step outside the box because it is cluttered with bullshit. I can't even put the words together right now.
I feel stuck in a pattern, but a pattern that doesn't work. I want out of it but I don't know how to get out of it. No, this isn't right either. I'm in a state of panic. I am selling goods that no one seems to want. Ahh, that's it.
