sometimes im sitting in a room with a bunch of people
and theyre all laughing and talking and joking
and im sitting there, like, itchy and flighty and thinking about 900 things or maybe one thing 900 ways, and i cant be present — i cant even think about being present
and theyre all having a good time and chatting
and im sitting in the corner thinking about what im going to do when i can leave
and what the fuck is that?
what the fuck is that?
why am i like this?