Reflections.

My head feels heavy with thoughts about nothing that means nothing. I hold regret near me, as if clutching it closer and closer will make it dissolve. It doesn't. It clings to me. My past is something I can't erase or even make up for...like running an extra mile for that doughnut you ate. Life is not making up, it's moving along.

Tangled thoughts like a Jacob's Ladder run through my head where the other side can be seen, but many paths, diversions stand in  the way of the destination. It's cold.

Self reflection's a waste of time for someone as neurotic as I am. Yet, it's taken self reflection to realize this. (hmm..)

At times the pain has been unbearable, and I search for reasons why I deserve it. It's affected everything around me. My relationships, friendships, etc.

But at least I can take my pants off.