It's one of those days when; 

It's too cold. 

It's too hot. 

I'm too tired. 

I have too much energy. 

Everything has to be PERFECT because my OCD is acting up. 

I'm too lazy to take my pencil out of its pouch. 

I hate everyone. 

I love everyone. Just kidding. Not everyone is worthy of my love. 

I want to jump off an airplane, and get impaled by the Eiffel Tower. I don't even know why. 

I feel like I have to give my best. 

I know exactly how I feel. 

I have no idea how I feel. 

I know how everyone feels. 

Looking at the stars makes me happy. 

Looking at the stars makes me sad. 

The sky holds secrets I can never know. 

I am amazed that we are spinning about 1000 miles per hour. 

I am sad that I am spinning at about 1000 miles per hour. 

It feels like I'm the only one on Earth. 

Everything is darkness. 

I think I have everything planned out. 

I have nothing planned out. 

I'm a know-it-all. 

I'm a know-nothing-at-all. 

I marvel at a wall because I'm that bored. 

I'm so bored. 

I have so much to do. 

I have nothing to do. 

I'm a master-procrastinator. 

Everything hurts. 

I feel nothing. 

The weight of the world is on my shoulders. 

The sky is falling! The sky is falling! 

Did you hear that? I though I heard something... 

LOOK BEHIND YOU! 

I'm not paranoid... 

I think of everything as a game of Chess just because these people are like the weather; easy to predict once you've know how to predict a particular oncoming storm, or sunny day. 

I can deduct like Sherlock Holmes. 

I notice the tiniest things, and see the true big picture. 

I can see right through that mask you wear. Because I know you all wear one. 

She won't shut up about the boy who she loves so much that she thinks "might like" her. Ugh. 

He won't shut his trap about how he's going "to get revenge" on the one who did him wrong, and how that person is going to "regret it". Ugh. 

No one will stop their drama, no one will stop and look up from their "SnapChat",  pause their song on "Spotify", to notice what is right in front of them; her crying in the corner and him putting a hood over his raven hair to hide his emotions from the world, the snowflakes she is sticking her tongue out to catch, the darkness that seems to follow her everywhere, the wolf howling a warning to the rest of the pack but they won't listen because they're "too busy", the stars sparkling in the corners of his eyes, the underdog sitting alone and just dreaming of a time when he will be accepted, the boy throwing a yo-yo just for it to come spinning back up over and over again, the girl who is running from her fears but they always catch up with her and trip her and no one will stop to help her back up, they just keep passing by. The poor girl is suffering from so many things, OCD, Panic Attacks, Phobias, PTSD, her bully, and so many things that you'll never understand unless you approach her, and hold out your hand saying "hello". Because all she really wants is a friend. A friend who she can trust, and a friend that will care about her problems, and not just wave them away like they're a swarm of pesky flies. 

I'm having one of those days when I know everything about myself, but I don't know who I am.