Sometimes

things just get you down. Sometimes you just don't feel right. Its like an unbridled horse that drags your mind across a thousand possibilities with no resolution. There are a few pages left in your book, but you just can't bring yourself to finish them. A dullness, like two rocks rubbing against eachother. People just don't get it, get you. They poke fun and you can't tell if they are just playing around, or if they really hold you in contempt. Scrutinized. Made to feel insignificant. Sometimes, and then there are others.