Disheartened on this piece of paper. Covered black and blue in ink. Twirl my fingers through my hair. Bite my nails to the quick. Think so hard it makes me sick. Breaking out, breaking down. Envelopes and photos I could send her. Licked, stamped, and sharing what I think. I pretend I don't care. I don't want to deal with it. Think so hard I want to quit. Agitated and restless. I'm shy and upset. High strung and timid. So excited I'm shaking.