stuck between two worlds

I want to blow up something... just feel like blowing up something. feel sick and hungry but can not eat. can I please strangle you? no.. even better. you should strangle me though I already feel like being strangled. I should work... I tried to work but got done only half of the page and it fucking sucks.. maybe tomorrow will be better cause now I feel just like there would be a bag over my head.. a plastic bag cause everything is a blur and air is running out... like in a dream. why am I here? guess this time I won't wake up there where I belong.
but it's ok it's all right I will be fine, just not today [let me mourn for a day]