A Child Made Of Glass

Some days it feels like the whole world is a spinning dime. On moment it is up, held upright by something stronger than itself. A dime supsended between finger and table. The next moment it is struck. The force pushes it into a spin, and it spins and spins and spins and spins, slowly loosing momentum until everything comes to a crashing hault. Today I have been spinning, I have been spun and I seam to have a world of thought spinning through around my head. It all twist and spins faster then slower and then flicked back into unrelenting motion.

All this sounds really pretty but it is not what I really want to say.
What I really want to say is that I am tired beyond belief and I don't even really know why. I am getting my self all stressed out over every little thing and I know I shouldn't. I want to say that I think I have overloaded myself this year with so many courses and activities but I don't want to admit this to my Mom. I don't want my mom to know because I want to prove to her that I can handle this even though I am douting myself right now.
What I want to say is that I am pathetic in how often I think about you. God damn it I don't even know how to put into words. I just want you to leave the city just so that I rest in pieces. And if not, I want you to look at me like no one else and hold me close. I want so much and I know that it will not happen. You are always on my mind and I can hardly figure out why. On top of it all I can't figure what you are thinking, not even the slightest hint. You always seam slightly dazed and I don't get it. I wish I could make this go away. I just want this to be over with so I can move the fuck on.