I know that I’ve forgotten something important. But I don’t remember what it is.

Have you ever been bitten by a dog? The dog usually bites down and starts trying to rip apart the flesh. Imagine that, but a mental equivalent. It’s gnawing at me, tearing my mind. I can’t focus on anything else. I remember other things I’ve forgotten, and I don’t even know if one of them is the one that keeps gnawing at me. I guess if the feeling doesn’t go away, it means I didn’t remember.

I’m just so tired. I feel like a man dying from thirst in the desert, too dehydrated to open up a water bottle laying right in front of his face. Too hungry to take a bite of food. Too deep to try and surface. But I’m drowning in a puddle. And the puddle is of my own creation. Either tears or piss, I can’t tell.