I don't know.

I had a dream that Pants said he missed me.
I don't feel like being melancholy.
Shiny and I had our first ... our first what? It wasn't an argument or a fight or even a disagreement. I was just upset, and told him, and we talked, and it was fine. I still cried, but it wasn't much.
It doesn't feel like I'm going to be 29 in a few days.
Sometimes these days don't even feel like they're happening.
My brain has been foggy lately. I can't hold onto things for very long. Why am I tired? How can I possibly be tired?
Some days I don't even know where I am. Some days I don't know what I'm doing. Some days I get so overwhelmed that I can't imagine things ever making sense. Some days I hurt and hurt and when I cry it doesn't do anything but shame me. Some days I feel so alone that I ...
I'm not alone. Rinse, repeat.
I don't know why I let myself forget these things. But I can't pretend like everything's happy just like I can't pretend that I'm melancholy and sad.
These are disjointed for a reason.
I don't know why I can't get my feet on the ground.