i hate when i get like this. my mind just whrills with thousands of thoughts and wonders, yet when i try to put "pen to paper" nothing comes out. All I know is I want to slice my arms open, or try to kill myself at <i guess i can't list the method>. At any rate, the feeling has been getting strong the last week. With my divorce/seperation in full swing, I feel as though I have purpose. No place to call home. Nothing do work for. I might as well die, or bleed out the pain one.