I'm floating again.

I find myself in this position quite often as of late. A lethargic state, that by its very nature questions all the baseless convictions of my life. All the regrets, the words, the feelings. A cup full of emotion that has no chance to empty itself completely.

So I find distance in dissonance. I push and I scramble until both pain and pleasure are a numb sensation within a mind that refuses to surface, lest it be forced comprehend them both at once. I assume that this is normal for the self-destructive, though I admit that the anesthetic of the emotional mind is a little extreme.

I feel like shit.