i want to write, but i can’t.

i want a hug, but i just want to be left alone.

i want to go out, but i don’t want to leave home.

i don’t want to be at home, but i don’t want to go out.

i want to go to bed and get a good night’s sleep, but i can’t sleep.

i want to clean up the house, but i am lazy.

i am restless and it’s driving me batty. i just can’t sit still. i sit here and fidget. i write a paragraph and then delete it. i switch songs, halfway through. i read two pages in a book and then put it down. i straighten up a table and then go check my e-mail.

argh!