Damn, I hate being that sensitive guy. The guy who is way too engulfed with his feelings and emotions. This burst of dysphoria is making everything even more difficult. This mood swing is taking over and I can’t help but feel like this frustration is doing nothing more but growing at a very rapid rate.

I’m feeling like I’m disregarded. I’m feeling like I don’t matter, my feelings don’t matter, my presence doesn’t matter. I’m feeling like nothing but an illusion. A figure in the shadows. Something of an imagination. Something of non-existence. Irrelevant. I am engulfed in everything I’m feeling.

I’m upset. I’m hurt. My stomach is aching [literally]. My temper is growing short at this moment and I want nothing more than to scream at the top of my lungs to gather some type of attention, affection, or acknowledgment. Acknowledge that I am of existence. Acknowledge that I’m here and we’re sharing this presence. But no. Nothing. Its almost as if the little bit of interest shown is nothing more than a little scrap to earn my suffice. I’m being blunt and maybe sounding rude. Well I blame my emotions. My feelings are everywhere and I can’t come to a happy medium.

blah. blah. blah.

womp. womp. womp.

-Shaun