I feel like shit. I feel like shit a lot. In between feeling like shit I feel elevated and full of life force that could move mountains and oceans. The in-betweens are short lived and nothing more than distractions. Perhaps I need to start to medicate. Bipolar disorder. Personality disorder. Feels of utter insignificance. Feels of the end. Intertwined with self deception that everything is possible and that paradise is but a step away. I feel like shit for thinking that. I feel like shit for writing this. I feel like shit for complaining about feeling like shit. I = shit. Now. Perhaps in a few heart beats I won’t think that. Perhaps in a few heart beats I will be no more. Perhaps in a few heart beats I will awake from a deep nightmare infested sleep. In a world that makes sense. In a world that is simple. In a world that doesn’t exist. In a world where I = shit.