Paint it Gray

It's been another ominous day. I feel wretched, like my heart and soul are in one place and my brain and body are elsewhere. My emotions are frantic today as well. Swaying from deep frustration, to intense sorrow, to rage, to regret... It's not as if I have a difficult life. I have plenty of friends to surround myself with. And I have a best friend/girlfriend that keeps me happy when shes around. However I still have this hole, a longing for something more. This is not my life, this is not me. I am someone else, trapped in this insignificant life. Everything seems drab, boring and gray.