The Way Things Are.

I'm running on approximately one hour of sleep.
I have work today.

It feels as though there is a tremendous amount of dead weight floating in the space around me. It has no distinguishable features other than its heaviness. The floor is littered with thoughts and emotions that again, I cannot quite tell apart. I wonder if it is simply because of the inevitable juncture in my life I am about to face: leaving university. Although, this will be a more than welcome development.

"I just don't know", I repeatedly say. It's as though I am bordering on senile ramblings.
I just don't know what to think or feel. There seems to be a nothingness to everything.
This is not about martyrdom: it's about life. A common phrase appraised to me lately is that I need to get out of my own headspace and away from these enveloping thoughts that contain me. I think too much (that's been said throughout my life). I need to turn off. I need to sleep. I need someone to give me an answer.

I feel myself in the air and on the floor simultaneously. In limbo.

I feel so enraged with angst and have no clear idea of the reason.
I guess I'm weary. I'm bored. Fed up. Maybe I am premenstrual.

I've no idea what my purpose is to any degree.