I feel out of sorts, I feel that a lot lately. That's normal.
Nothing is right to my tastes.
I just don’t want to deal with anything.
I have no particular desire to die right now, but I wouldn’t be opposed.
I feel agitated, restless, sad, irritable, purposeless...
I'm driven towards something I cannot define and despairing at ever finding it.
I hate this, this being in a body business.
Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits,
But our unfurnished eyes—
~ Emily Dickinson