"I imagine that one of the reasons that people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with the pain." - James Baldwin

I feel...

bored with being bored

bored with winter

duped

scorned

bored with being solitary

lonely in my solitude

adept at the game

played by the game....

I feel.... like a little slice of heaven-

that's floating through space and time

the sudden need to indulge the lust that's anxious to wander.

I feel anxious

tortured

tormented

happy

angry

vengeful

forgetful.

I feel like I can't eat

I feel like I can't sleep

I feel like I have indigestion, for I can't choke down the chunks of anger and aggravation burning in my chest and stomach like hot coals.

I feel a little lighter.

I feel like my waistline is shrinking somewhat

I feel like I made a mistake

I feel like kicking myself for letting ye olde guard down

I feel like forgiving myself, and moving on

I feel fed up with the triteness of everyday people

I feel randy

I'm feeling fed up with the dating game.

I feel tired

I feel depressed by the banalities of everyday life.

I feel an overwhelming sense of disappointment in Man-unkind.

I feel, I feel, I feel...

I'm feeling my most creative...

I feel like going out in the hall and yelling like this... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I feel stir-crazy!

I'm feeling like I have a bad case of cabin fever

I feel like I want to pack up and get the fuck away from here.

I feel London

I feel France

I feel like removing my underpants...

and laying in the warm sun on the Mediterranean, somewhere.

*sigh*