journal of a lost mind

My emotions are stirring and I'm unable to pick a part the little pieces floating around.
I can't decipher the feeling, I can only say it's bursting at the seams, ready to present itself in an exploding manner.
It's not good though.
I feel exhausted.
I did so well to not think all day, and now that we've reached a time where I would so like to enioy at least a few hours of deep peace, my mind is awake. Jolting ideas and thoughts from one end to the other, bouncing around, so eager to be recognised but as soon as I try, everything falls flat.
I've been trying all afternoon to put to paper what my heart and mind are really battling over, and all I've come to decide is, it is one of those days.
As much as I must think about the good and how I will probably feel better tomorrow, I sit and I wallow in this feeling. For it is consuming.
I am aware, yes.
But i am also still very exhausted.