A cocktail of my feelings. A terrible cocktail. And I don’t think anybody wants to drink it. It will taste terrible. It does taste terrible. I feel too much. I feel so much, but nothing. Nothing because I don’t recognize myself. Nothing because I’m paralyzed by the poison that’s in the cocktail of my feelings. Too much because I’m in pain. I think too much. Too much because there are so many things that are added to my cocktail of my feelings. The way I am drinking the cocktail of emotions does really scare me, I’m drinking bottle after bottle. Constantly drinking. Constantly filling the pool with that cocktail. And then drowning in that pool of my feelings.