maccaroons

Gah. I feel like punching someone in the face.

I am happy. I am sad. I am angry. I am bored. I am frisky. I am content.
But I am none of this and I don't understand how.

I just want to curl up and snuggle and forget the world exists.
I also just want to run around, soaking up the sun and be free.
I want to dance in the rain and feel the wet grass beneath my feet.
I feel like running a bath and feeding myself maccaroons.

I don't get it, I just don't.

Ryan Adam's cover of Wonderwall is on repeat, though. That's good.