in between.

I yearn to share, yet I loathe to trouble. I wish to hide, yet I am drawn inexorable.
I feel terrible. I feel torn from within and also without. That being without, made me torn again from within.

This is friday night... yet I cannot really claim I am happy its the end of the work week. Melancholia, dark and deep, creeping like killer vines, suffocating me.