in a hundred words.

I think I need to bang my head on a table or a chair or a wall just pound my head in once, twice, but please no sharp corners because my mother will raise hell if I get blood on the floor and the carpet, oh it seems just so inviting because my back hurts and my head hurts and my eyes hurt and I’d just like to lie down and close my tired eyes for a moment, oh please just for a moment, because everything seems hurried and rushed and nothing seems right and nothing makes sense to me.