what the hell is going on here.

You say things that make me think maybe, and then turn around and make me wonder what the hell is going on.
I feel like I'm seventeen ways of screwed up right now, and I can't seem to get a grip on anything.
I wish you would just tell me what this is. Even if it means absolutely nothing.
Because right now, I think that makes for a better state than this dysfunctional stupid one I'm stuck in now.