A thousand emotions, always pulling me in different directions. At any given moment, I'm focusing on one of these emotions, tending to it, while fighting off the others. They're still there, and they tear at me no less. It's exhausting. I can't do that today; I give up today. I'll let 'em tear me apart. I want to feel the embrace of  headphones playing unfamiliar music, and just let 'em at it. Here, hopelessness, you can have my left arm; alienation, have my right. Grief, you can have anything you want--you probably already do.